Never ending cycles
This tie is my life
Such a feeble ribbon
Silky white
Soft between the fingers
But so easily cleaves
No more that an inch
Thousands of souchers
No wounds to heal
The tailor uses me
But all too late
This tattered ribbon is now muddy
He doesn't seem to mind in the end
No
Never did I mind
At least I'm here
A part of the dress
The wedding dress of life
And now
It's groom is death
And I'm still here
Waiting to be thrown away
But the tailor still ties me into the cloth
And God am I so thankful
No matter how strange a marriage may be
At least I still have a use
At least he still uses me
At least I still want this life
But my life is so feeble
And represents a never ending cycle
Life
Death
Life
Death
Bear with me, no matter what stains mark me
And I'd be the happiest ribbon
So happy
I'd die