It looms above my head like a hungry vulture
Never relenting in this overactive brain
A game you can’t win until you decide to give up
But still persisting even when the win has come
My breathing constricts and arms go numb
Until I push it down so far that reality disappears
As it resurfaces, it hits me with a blow
Its still there, in the same place I left it
I create it to avoid the problem
But it alone has become my problem
There is a rock and a hard place
And I am plainly stuck between them
The taste of it alone shows sour all over my face
But eventually this sour become my drug
The struggle becomes my life
My life becomes the struggle
Is this going to be music? Just curious...
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