Mim

Endless Circle

Copyright, Mim

I’m lost in this circle of blood and pain,
I’ve lost everything that I had to gain.

My grip on life has slipped through my hands,
My heart is being broken, into thin strands.

The knife that I cut with, simply frees me,
And draws me away from my insanity.

The punishment I deserve, is the blood from my veins,
Cutting releases anger, keeping me sane.

But the world drags me back down,
Into the darkness of my soul,
Where yet again I cut, to release, and to control.

This is my endless circle, the cirle of my life,
The one that always takes me, back to my knife.