Crushed under the weight,
We cant separate,
I can try to persuade,
I think I\'ve been betrayed...
Played
Afraid
unpaid
hold
the grenade
to
my chest,
I\'m depressed,
Stressed
Blessed...
Or not blessed
Its time
to rest
my head
and let
the dread
spread.
Let me go
down low
To where my pronouns are \'long ago\'
Where i no longer glow
And slow
Down down down.
To death