its the liquid pressure that builds
heading towards its ending
soon the main will crack and burst
soon the main will crack
and I will burst
It has occured to me
and constantly crosses my mind
soon I will crack
the end is near
the end is here.
Strange sounds enter my cerebral cortex
sometimes its the suggestion I hear
others its the command
but I do not hear "voices" in my head
I hear "ghosts"
of you and me
of me and them
of how we used to be
its us together,
and us
alone
sunrise to sunset
sunset to sunrise
we spend our time being in the right
no way can we ever be wrong
this is the liquid pressure that builds
this is what heads towards its ending
so fuck it I quit
soon the main will crack and burst
soon the main will crack
and I will burst
It has occured to me
and constantly crosses my head
that I no longer always have to be right
it is okay to be wrong
so, soon I will crack
so fuck it. I quit!