The Cycle

Oh so tragic,our hearts of fabric.
oh so fragile our minds that mangle.
Who do we trust,who do we turn to.
When we need escape from the hell that we burn through.
Where do we run where should we go.
When all roads seem to show 'closed'.
Plan the escape,the secret that no one can trace.jot it down on paper,make sure you never surrender.
Collision of dreams embrace to the extremes.
Everything is impossible even the possible.
Never turn back when it holds you back.
Forget the future there's no promise in living that.
Today is the day that we begin to erase.
When the clock drops,our hearts stop.
And so we end with a simple goodbye in the end...

--Syla