Do I take the dirt road with an obscure ending
Or do I take the familiar paved road: one holding the utmost comfort and supremacy?
Pressure: a technique to maim all calmness
As of late, it's all I experience and all I know
Countless times I trusted you
I let you mingle with the resentful foe.
You allowed the plague to console your lungs
And you devoured the elegance of our kiss
Yet still, I soothe the wounds that bleed
And embrace the torment that conceals all bliss
