These endless circles are the glitches in life,
a turmoil we'll have to get out.
Another one down a man hole,
his little whisper just a tiny shout,
Here they go, suspending themselves within doubt.

Another bruise, another word,
Emaciating a truth that worms it's way.
An event from a darker world,
That is where she was left; to wander indecisively
These thorns grow weak, tire old.
She was amazing, and bold.