Cycles
Twisting, spirals ending
Only to come back around
Repeating
Nothing matters
It’s all, going to end
Cycles
Twisting, spirals unending
It’s a salve
A tonic
A placebo
Sugar pills to bide the time
All directions look the same
Each time we see that, we find a way
To keep, going
And try to forget, ever knowing
Air. Water. Salt. Sugar. Acid. Bile. Mucous. Blood.
Cycles
Pumping blue, bleeding red
Wearing down, fading away, falling out, til the day.
Cycles, your cycles ends.
You are consumed, by things,you never even see.
You are just a gruel, nutrition.
Your cycle ends.
It’s a salve, a tonic
Sugar pills to bide the time, to bide the time