There is hate and fear,
No trust,
Not enough but far too much,
Running away
Yet running toward,
Circles within circles.
There isn't love
And there is, oh,
Yes, yes, right there,
There is lust,
Fear and water,
Waves and hate,
Love and thorns,
Roses and doubt.
Hands moving, fingertips roaming,
They open softly, like petals,
Like flowers plucked too soon,
Drowned in blood,
In tears.
Running and wailing,
Running and screaming,
Through tightening corridors,
No light, no sun,
No path,
No way out.
I stumble and fall in my haste,
Falling down and down,
Deeper and fuller,
Dark like chocolate,
But do I run from you,
Circles outside squares?

Or is it me?
I run and run,
I'll never look back,
I'll never know,
Petals raining,
Blood pelting,
I'm drowning.