So i wrote a song i think its good but ion know what do you think Its a indies pop punk type beat
https://www. y outube. com/watch?v=a-gOvYX85bs
PRESSURE

Bloodshed on your door and you let me in
Choirs singing where poor
I sing in your praise and I look the other way
Will you let me stay
Babies cryin its craz in the month of may
My wrist is spilit as I fade

Bloodshed on your door and you let me in
Choirs singing where poor
I sing in your praise and I look the other way
Will you let me stay
Daises bloom in the fields
My world is so upheaped
Blood is gushing away
People screaming all the time I can't see where its kind
Someone please rid me of this life
I don't wanna be alone
This world is so so cold
Make it feel so real
Babies cryin its craz in the month of may
My wrist is spilt as I fade

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.

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