Wet nursing a wet dream date
Rotting out next to fig
Revealing, numbered are the days
Another piece of the pink pi plate emptied into this sextet of regret infected
sores
Intriguing how this ever came to be scabbed with scorn
I never should have been in a surgical state
Paving wounds and sores
With steps i try to take
Around the circle of pity
Infinity figure eights tearing the flesh off of the heart
Strings pulling confidence apart
Another part of the shattered pane
Window into this strange manifestation of our core
Intriguing how this ever came to be scabbed with scorn
I never should have been in a surgical state
Paving wounds and sores
With steps i try to take
Take it all back
Back door
Leads me to a place
Where i can only hope that time was imaginary
Therefore the event horizon
Will hold our hands before that big black hole tears us apart
And where does time start?
At the beginning?
Or at the end of the circle?
I could skank around
But i think i’ve found
A way to break the circle
I have to break the circle
'cause i can’t keep going around
I can’t keep going around
In this circle of pity
This circle of pity must end now