Endless

Grace, upon Grace Forgetting known existence Surrounding ourselves with what may be Spheres of lies we fall into Cast out among those we love We tend to forget where we came from We’ve forgotten the love we had at first Asking ourselves is it our fault. Pulsating hearts drum to the rhythm of sadden souls. Hate, jealousy, envy is a spell that is easy to fall under Crippled by time, torn with regret Shes not satisfied unless you are broken.