Pressure

The night filters through unclear decisions,
With twisted perceptions of fantasized visions.

A magnetic pull toward what is pleasing,
Forgotten feelings become highly intriguing.

Curious whispers fill the warm night air,
Feeling the heat beneath the questioning stares.

Memories taint an unwanted past,
As the dance with lies begin to amass.

Struggle to hold on to what is real,
Ignoring what others are pushing to feel.

Suffocation of the beauty within,
Tempting deliverance of their determined sin.

Clawing out of the deep dark hole,
The poison returns the angel home.

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