Endless cycles
Solid and hardened
A pattern of abuse
Unrequited
I've got the wash cycle blues
The Year of Loops
Vision blurry, it stings
Snatched, no screams
Drowning in The Year of Loops
Why isn't the end here?
End here.
Hydro-lungs, end it here.
The Year of Loops
Deceit is a pretty little noose
Hallelujah for The Year of Loops
The tail
The head
It's the same place,
The start
The end
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
