Cycling, circling, cycling again,
Worries and rock bottom strike to begin,
All Better when you’re younger, all better when you’re wrong -
Lonesome doesn’t seem selfish, lonesome doesn’t seem strong,
Repeated breaks, constant personality shakes.
Shattered escapes cause by distaste,
Paused lives lost all given space,
Pulsing heart beats rhythm of a silent chase.
Cursing the fear of relevance to be a mistake,
Declining nature leads to self-obsessed manner,
Omission comes to be the only truth,
Remembrance abscond to indulgence of sleuth.
Ascetic consumed of openly, closed wounds -
Buried insecurities heightened by demise and obsolescence.
Hustled skeletons ***** optimism of essence of guise,
Crippled tones slurred with no such intention.
Shame reached dissipation, mere fable not to mention,
Routines never so troubling through desire,
Bottomless glasses hold the sense to aspire,
Pupils vanished with freight sent to grips,
Circling, circling, circling a continuum more.