Do you guys get this?

As the pressures seem to build and build, 
My mind returns to you.

You mirror my thoughts 
You mirror my emotions 

But destroy my being; 
                        peace by piece? 

Now, filling up the big black pit 
Avoiding time, 
                        reality. 

Before, closing all doors, allowing no guests to visit. 
The great hall,
                        empty. 

How I wish my doors could be closed once more 

Because with all of these guests, 
I feel as if I’m about to 

Explode.