The asunder word

The game of circle

This old game we play,
Going around circles,
In limitless way.
Leaving coming back,
Moving on looking back,
What are we searching for,
Getting same result,
We end up broken apart.
From the start it was not known,
After all it was a circle,
That I end up in fateful day,
Too unfortunate to go there.
Not just minutes but years,
You built this high mountain,
Going back with every inch,
To destroy that beginning,
Leaves me here is what it did,
Hanging by neck hanging by tread.
With your reflection never knew,
The right you is so imperfect,
That you showed me,
After all these mess.
You did me good,
With time I bound,
In you in your round.
We has long gone,
Me and you just stuck here,
Being the one to kill first,
Playing the game hide and seek,
When you got the chance,
You leave just like that,
Making me to stay,
To see some spark,
For a second,
But then I come to you,
To fill my mission,
That I can't seem to able.
This tiny world where we live,
Is far from ground far from beginning,
Playing me hard playing my life,
Always saying just die die,
As pity excuse.