maybe it's time for extroverts to step back a little and let introverts take things over for a while. it's all become chaos. it's all become the act of pouring out without realizing what is inside first.
A heavy burden rests on my weakening shoulders. I am in the dungeon of the dragon, the fire breather, the destroyer. Inside her maws I struggle to grasp for breath.
On and on, every single moment it gradually increases the pressing of its jaws around me. I can feel the skin bruised and burned by the hot breath of the creature as I gasp for air and freedom from her suffocating clutches.
I am stuck in oblivion. A living hell. The greatest tormenting of the soul ever possible upon the plains of earth.