Motions That Lie

I am caught.
There's no way out of an endless existence I created myself. My days are aligned and none too defined.
Living and breathing are motions that lie.
Endless weeks, end me please.

Hours that pass are ours to bleed.
I see no end but the end sees me.
He knows my face and I'm waiting to meet.
This is a cycle so familiar, one that I can not break.
Every time that it starts over all this pressure increases in weight.