The Cycle

Distance. Abandon.

It feels exactly the same.

Anger. Resentment.

This haunting is a shame.

Anxious. Paranoid.

Who the hell can I trust?

Suffering. Pain.

I'll walk alone if I must.

Hatred. Love.

They have the same flavor.

Death. Numb.

Suffocating would be a favor.

Vengeance. Justice.

Fires keeping me alive.

Jaded. Aching.

Redemption leads to strife.

Disconnect. Reconnect.

Enduring the push and pull.

Distance. Abandon.

I cycle again. I am a fool.