Vicious Circle

Chasing Autumn leaves that are burning on fire.
Buried beneath a smoking pile.
Reaching out, but hands are entangled in wire.
Passing out, but only for a while.

Wanting to be born into a new life of constant bliss.
Awakening nights are coming over and over.
Tormenting and begging for a revealing discover.
A realization of being born into a life of unrelenting madness.

Enemies surrounding, and help never comes out of pity.
Blue ice waves crashing down and down.
Up and over a flooding splash of reality.
Constant pangs of distress and blackening loneliness.

Racing out of breath in a nowhere direction.
There is no finish line.
Pacing heart is thrown down and beaten.
Dying inside seems fine.

Only to be reborn into a life that’s worse.