Again
Again
Again

My soul
Is

Riddled with
The sin

Of once more
Never giving in

To what
My
Conscious
Apprehends

But it makes no
Sense

Nothing ever does

There is no
Innocence

There's hardly
Love

But I still hold
On

When pushes shove

I still hold on when
Pushes shove

I still grip tightly
To what I think
Is what I need
And I can't see
It's just what I want
and it won't be
But it still
Hovers over me

But at this point
There is no point

To keep running circles
And appoint

A role to someone who'll
never know

The way
They make
Time
run
painfully slow