Spirals in Decay

The sorrow turns to pain, The
Pain brings back to the rain, The
Rain brings back the joy, The
Joy brings back the coy

son of a bitch
lashing out is just a hitch
every blow brings back the riptide
another crushing wave of empathy,
again I can't decide

take a shot
furthest thing from hot
looking in the mirror after years
Rain returns to pain
happiness or pain, it all brings back the tears

Can't decide again
stomach's acid rises
another bout of Deicide with the friends
introspection always grabs me with surprises
meaning nothing in the end

A voice to fill the space
a flutter o'er the airs
but when I look below,
prose turning purple,
the hole where my heart used to be
lets me dance amidst the void

Stay or go,
my problems follow
even though
they're all hollow

Another round
a final bout
naval gazing time travel
another terrible fantasy to unravel
the coy son of a bitch
Brings back the sorrow

In the cycle again
he finds himself between it all;
body wracked by the withdrawal
a final Leequest:
to watch the rain with you

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