Pressure

From every direction this curse floats The pleasure dripping from its apathetic fangs Its nauseating stench conquering the air Blackening my universe as in the balance it hangs The taste of individuality is all that I seek As this monstrosity continuously devours my bones Threatening the element that is my humanity Clouding my judgment as I am left to suffer alone In the eyes of this psychotic beast I am viewed as the epitome of flourishing hunger The target of desirable destruction Awaiting to dissect every ounce of flesh asunder By Glenn McCrary © 2011 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)