The Falling Cycle

remove
release
it's all the same
another beating
the failure compile
a burning desire to break free
kept inside
distraught
if i hated you for all the wrong reasons
would you hate me for it
and show me the right way?
too much time
so many simple escapes
and what if the strain drew tears, or blood?
would you suspend yourself above it all?
or could you fly?
just briefly enough to collect your last thoughts
yes
but don't
not just yet
there's so much behind the stained glass that you can't see and haven't learned
haven't learned at all
bleeding
begging to know

lash out again, only to stumble over feet
the frustration of the falling cycle
face the fears
the end is near
what is left, time to die
all left behind
it will burn
it's too late
it will burn