12 February 2013
Crushing all your aspirations, Choking all your inhalations, Clutching all your exhalations, Dismissing any celebrations.
Opening old wounds with salt, Drawing 'happy' to a halt, Blaming, taunting, all your fault, Hitting like a crossbow's bolt.
Killing with a deadly blow, You're the first and last to go, Why I do it, you don't know, This force of strength I'll always show.
Torture, tricking, teasing pinch, Be careful of my painful clinch, Attitudes and morals lynch, I won't give a single inch.
I am stress.
Stress. • Opuss № I