It says alot that live's are traded
for money every day
and hearts they are faded
from the incidental occurrences
that are faced along the way
like being at the non-sensical point of no return
yet the only place you end up
is to the place you first begun
and circles they have their beauty
there is no denying
but then comes the dizziness and sickness
of the muscle inside of you dying

I was sitting in a room
where i was the only one alive
and time who's usually my healer
she's was taking too long
and i waited breathe held
for the clockwise ticking of hands
but they were going backwards
trying to flee the heavy demands
and when it was finally through
i was gasping and sore
my heart inflamed
everything i'd suffered
you stood watching unashamed

Emotions are messy
and all of them i've been through
but at least through emotion i know
there was no lie seeping
from the wounds of you
i bathed in the waters
of your eyes i made wet
feeling nothing but the beauty of the emotion
until i was only left with regret
you came to me and spoke out of tune
and i strained my ears to hear the beauty
to your dissonance my ears were always immune
i travelled each time to meet you each hill steeper
i was your little travelling freak show
and you you were my hearts grim reaper