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circles and circles no end is near
drifting away i am far from clear
hopeless torments derives the other pleasure
i fall, i tumble
spinning in lost confusion winds me around
never do i see me free
bars of guilt of painful memories
sting at all times
there i see a light or perhaps a mirage
still i go
and make myself seen
by my inconsistent dreams i want to run
away from my own
explosions have become too familiar to undo
sometimes weakness wins and sadness drips long
but how do you let go
of what it is you
are used to
the cycle never begins it runs constantly through
happiness is sometimes but remorse is always
permanency has its way
time moves ahead
i am stuck
i am trapped
i am my own key out for reasons i don’t know
i can’t undo the locks
thereby i stay half willing half dying
my skin crawls with fear
my heart aches for love
my mind cannot connect
second to second i am haunted
by myself
the darkness looms over day
i sometimes feel my fault is my own
but actions fail me not
i am my own
and there repeats a pattern
a cookie i always eat
i want to be full
i want to be complete