Caught in a neverending spiral, where will it end.
We are the spark behind our own damnation, our own elation.
The cause behind the addiction, the rhyme behind the reason
And for what I ask? And for who?
Once it is lit, it is most unbeatable.
An addiction of the worst degree
An affliction and I now decree
I’ll stop this enless cycle
Hoping it will occur
Unbeknownst to me.
Who sees the heart that bleeds
thickly red, congealed.
Who hears the muted crying
in the silence of a dream.
Who feels it slowly echo
Through the endless hating sea.
Who knows the thoughts flailing,
freely, uncontrollably.
Who can stop the cycle,
is it you or is it me.