Velvet Drift

It's the pressure It's the

weight Slow sinking in Like a room with the

air pulled thin

You

stare at the screen till the morning bends Half of these faces

don't feel like friends You laugh on cue while your chest stays

tight

Trying to outscroll another long night

Every little glow pulls me under

Every little thought turns to thunder

It's the

pressure

It's the

weight Running through me late Like I'm buried

in a quiet wave Falling slow again Trying not to

break

Room full of people but I fade to grey

Smile for a second then it slips away I keep my hands

still, let the hours slide Carrying a storm that I never

describe

Maybe

if I let it hurt

Maybe it can pass through

Maybe if I say the words

I can come back to

It's the pressure It's the weight

Running through me late

Like I'm buried in a quiet wave

Falling slow again

Trying not to break Hold me through the night Till the dark

grows faint

Slow down Let it pass

I'm still here