Repitition Amongst Circles
Petrified circles
in which I run
Haunting ghosts
aren't any fun
Cursed by my blame
friction and shame
I could see just the same
if you were cut out my name
I don't need repetition
I don't need *****
I thrive on speed
and lack of luck
Flared into the night sky
hold me down? don't even try
Clipping my wings, waiting until I die
So when I'm turned to dust, don't cry
Killing me with my own dagger
laced with poison and repitition
I gave up on faith
I gave up on intuition
Leave me dying on the floor
Cast me away bleeding, like before
I come back wanting more
Knowing the shame that's in store
Petrified circles I run
Into the dusty ground
Ash of my enemies and my friends
I try to stop, but my feet only pound
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