Cycle of Chaos
Looking at a spot For hours on end Mind heavy with thought Heart heavy again Looking back, I recall The promises about the aim Butting head with fate All, to change who I am And how it came to this An empty shell at the beach The sound of the ocean is a scam The illusion of peace that I am Oh, don’t be fooled with the posture The signs which suggest the calm Nothing but the remains of defeat Of the battle lost and, of the swords withdrawn. It’s not numbness that has spread But the guilt of not being brave The sobs that have wrecked the body And regret eats away at the soul Oh, how I wish to start over again To rid of this cruel mayhem Where I am crying for myself But no tear tracks as evidence.