Cycle

The end of the beginning.
The beginning of end.
This endless cycle that causes my sin.

The greatest guy.
A worthless ****.
Who am I? Where do I fit?

Sunshine. Rain.
Glory. Shame of pain.
Giving all. Then taking the cane.

Strike me when I want too much,
with silence of what I need to hear.
I'm so strong. Paralyzed with fear.

There's every answer. None.
I ponder if it's just in fun.
But reality needs gun control.

Is there nothing more,
Than round and round?
Is this the only love we've found?

Is it love? I can't tell.
But the smell, the touch,
The laughter is hell.

I want more. It doesn't exists.
You'd think so with that kiss.
It's just a tease to miss.

Intelligence intertwined with stupidity.
We both are enlightened idiots.
Knowing the way; choosing the other path.

Aftermath, my sin; is it your holiness?
When I'm broken, you're complete?
When I'm whole, you're in sin?

I see everything perfectly.
And not at all.
Chaos abounds my head, heart and soul.

Just passion. That's all.
For you. For self.
Building an ice castle that protects; that your words melt.

Cycle.
Where do we get off?
The end of the beginning or the beginning of end?