MADE-UP.

CIRCLES.

#OneShot5

Again.Again.Again.

The same traps,the same words,the same hollow dreams.

And your walls break down.You enter the circles,again.

Why do we go in circles?
Why do they all leave?
When will someone finally stay?

Can you please answer my questions.

I'm not curious anymore.I'm desperate.

My walls have grown taller than the Empire State Building.

How come some people are always the predators and others always the prey?

If the dog kills the cat,the cat kills the mouse,the mouse kills the insects,the insects suck our blood.

But what about us?

What do we do when all our blood is drained?

No,i don't want to hurt anybody.

But how do we heal?

We recover from one bite and then suddenly there's a million other mosquitoes in line.

How the fuck do we escape the bites?

How much protection is enough protection to ensure security?

Even the man locked in his room died as a photo-frame fell on his head.

We can't escape this,can we?

Can you please tell me the way out of this labyrinth of suffering?

I no longer am in a puzzle because,I am the fucking puzzle.And even I can't solve me.

There's just circles.The same scars,over and over again.

Deep,red circles on my once supple skin.

People are mosquitoes,smart aas fuck mosquitoes.

They feed you sweet nothings,make your bitter soul sugar and then feed on you.

Draw those red,swollen circles all over you.They take it all.Leave your head dizzy,in circles.

And then what do I do? Sit in the middle of the damn circle till I'm nothing but a small dot?

The centre,they say,gets a lot of attention.But an infinite diameters cut the centre.

These lines leave the dot in pieces,the circle broken to make circles.

Get me out of these circles.I need an edge to jump off.