Closed in and collapsing.

There is nothing else in this place.

There is pressure that by any means will escape.

There’s the moment of doom.

Those of which you hope not, but still wait for.

That at any moment this world becomes unfair.

And you call in all areas for help.

And in all places you scream and no one hears.

There’s real pain inside.

Your mind and your heart is in pain, but it’s all a lie.

Gasp though, deep airs, strong will against the sudden need.

Tears flow, and for real there’s really no foe.

Just you.