Circle Pity -

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