pressure on my cranium, this life keeps getting to me,
insanity loves me, but it can't accept me, it cant see/
jabbed it's eyes out with a fountain pen, 4 senses left,
or maybe right, or wrong, all I can know is this stress/
throbbing aches, my heartbeat, it won't leave me alone,
pulsing, ever pulsing. seeds of my demise being sown/
strong wits, and fake fits, embrace myself, I take hits,
mind slow, my mind goes, hate myself, my weak flows/
pile another one on, the weight I bear doesn't phase me,
fresh baked loaves of verbs, I never cease to amaze thee/

pressure digging deep, agony filling my cerebral capacity,
trying to make it all stop, scrambled with feeble audacity/
I need to mentally excrete, to swirl my skull with a flush,
sentencing myself to eternal paralysis, why must I rush?/
striving for relief, you keep piling stresses onto my plate,
capturing the thief, I break my back with colossal weight/
marked words, never been heard, fuck you, I create verbs,
fight back, I cannot sidetrack, too much, keep talking wack/
add straw after straw, they’re numerous, they make me falter,
I struggle with the bit in my mouth, cannot loosen this halter/

breaking loose from you hold, you attempted to betray me,
talking to angels, their divinity’s chaos confesses I must be/
trading epic tales for black feathers in my crown of thorns,
was thirty silver pieces the price for your ability to mourn?/
the straws grow into a mountain, with my soul at the peak,
bearing the weight on my back, we all grow old and weak/
another one is added to my burden, not a fraction of a pound,
my mind collapses and my soul burns, in hell it will resound/
Beelzebub can laugh at me, Jesus spouts curses at my anger,
stranger sights, they have been seen, gnashing teeth, I fang her/
please my Lord, take me back, to my former needy nonchalance,
the straw that broke the camel’s back, foggy about what she wants/

as you can see, I'm back to the abstract shit....this was about stress for those who couldn't tell. I need to start having a message about stuff.
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis