Run Rerun Return Repeat

The mind runs around

In circles

While the body still sleeps

Visiting the same places

Again and agin in the

Dream

Life was hard on me

Creating wounds

That will not heal

In a lifetime

Still every day

We, me and my body

Get up, go to work

Fight the fights of the day

And return home

In order to rerun

The show in perpetual pattern

That is what life is a show

But no one is watching

No one really cares

We are just machinery

And decoration sometimes

Only at night do we

Leave on vacation

Unfit

Survival of the fittest

When you are not fit

At all

What a bad idea

Survival is sometimes

Creatures of the Night

I open up the door

There they were

All the creatures of the night

That for many years had filled me with fright

Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch

We created you and you created us

But like bees and butterflies

We nurture you and when we gone

A sad place this earth will be

You just wait and see

Submitting Myself

Calm and imbalance

Keeping the balance

Means losing my self

But living in peace

Following her every whim

Keeping her comfort

While slowly losing my will

Like a spiders web surrounding me

Suffocating everything around her