Round and round we go. Like a merry-go-round out of control. The same old tune, the same old song. Again, again and again. . Round and round we go. When will it stop, nobody knows.
An emotional void, a cold empty shell. Embittered husk, a heart of darkness. Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse. Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis.
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.