Roundabout Ways

My circle

Turning around to turn around

No indication of intent

Everywhere I’m going I’ve already been spent

Know the perimeter well

My special circle in Hell

Dinnertime demons dinner bell

Any chance to make it universe won’t tell,

Conditioned so it’s automatic

Blaming anyone else angrily a savage

Light a fire eat the match

Confused on fire rapidly strike a batch

Assume the worst then incorrectly charge blast react

Ego filled with pus pain in the back,

Sit down for a millisecond

Then beat the last time as depression beckons

Vicious little rodeo

Off the bullshit whoops back on I go

Lifehouse blues

Sick cycle carousel old news

Repeating my circle.

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