23 May 2012
Such a strong hold on my mind,
Such a harsh grip on me.
I'm your prey, your prize find.
To be freed I pay the fee.
Stress, you capture my thoughts
And blow them out of proportion.
That little creature orders and sorts.
You create chaos and distortion.
For letting You in I pay the price
Of being held down, that constant fight.
Next time I think, I'll think twice,
About whether it is me or the creature that's right.
Stress • Opuss № I