Life

Tracing circles in empty vales, with a broken compass

As distant hilltops shine

With the last remaining gleams of color

left in this world

No crows circling above this land

And no migrating birds

To show the way out

Watching the same day repeat again

Keeping me locked in this cell

Living outside time, I dwell.

Preserving my mind from slowly turning insane

Moments slowly vanish

Each followed by their twin

A never ending "now"

With nothing to call "then"

Today, I wander in the fog

Tomorrow, I will cough the blood from my lungs

A deep red to become

Another shade of grey

Today, my head lies on the floor

My body convulsing, rejecting the poison

Yet, this stream of blood will stale

And won't paint the way to leave from here

No escape from my circle of torment