Pressure

.: Pressure :.

I'm under pressure.

There's something massive, talon'd feet,
Stepping on my small soft throat.
The earth is being torn away sheet by sheet,
From beneath me, and I'll note

The questionable stability of my tower.
This weight upon me is choking out my feeble voice
I feel forced, I feel under other's power...
Even if not by them, I feel derived of my own choice,

I'm under pressure.

A bell ringing in the distance far,
Rang loud as I thought it was prophesied,
To dig for myself, within the tar
To find truth for myself, to myself have realized

What it is that I want and need.
But they tell me I don't know, that I could never dig enough
Without making my paws bleed.
And with good intentions I do need to wonder, is it a bluff?

I'm under pressure.

And I want to follow my Lord's will,
But it's hard to see in the darkness down here
At the bottom of the ocean so chill
Where false lights are plenty and teeth sear.

The weight of all the water above me
Is immense, pressing down on my head,
Forcing my jaw to the earth, but maybe
With my mouth closed, I can't be force-fed.

I'm under pressure.

My cry is silenced,
My jaw to the earth,
My throat stepped upon,

And I don't know what to do.