the burden of another
holds little value to each other.
we grasp a branch and hold on tight
yet loosen up when the time is right.

we want someone to call our own
but end up leaving them all alone.
the brutal cycle continues on
until the victim is fatally gone.

yet in their departure, our eyes may cry
that they had left without a single goodbye.
so to another, we will run
until this evil act is finally done.

however, our deeds are often for naught
for all the evil it has brought.
the pain and misery of the former
endlessly torment the performer.