Once again we’re here
back to where we were
maybe I’m wrong
I hope I am
hope I’m seeing wrong again
back and then it all goes black
drunk on what never comes back
a memory of what once was
a terrible tale of truth undone
once again we’re here
back to where it all began
death is such a familiar friend
when everything goes black again

Running in circles

Run, run into everything
you’ve had before
break this silence never more
the glass remains unshattered
on the kitchen floor
the liquid held within
spills nothing-all ignored
lashing into shadows
hurt it all the same
run away from everything
just to return again.