Crushed… funny?

Stone fists are crunching
A small skull, increasing the pressure
Of the bulky words on me.
Grinding my teeth, I can’t hear
The voices anymore.
I can’t stop the pressure,
But I don’t want it to end;
It relieves me from the heavy words,
From the burden of thinking.
My headis being crushed;
I faint from a pain shock.
I’m relieved.  But dead.
Ain’t it funny?

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