The Cycle

I am tarnished I am stained I am damaged goods I need to be cleansed, wiped clean of the darkness that envelops my body and mind The daily cycle starts Anytime night or day, as I close my eyes, praying for the shortest respite I am drowning in a putrid mix of misfiring chemicals Two separate entities harbouring different agendas My body wants to shut down, slip away peacefully - It wants to sail a boat towards Tranquillity Bay My brain is full of manic thoughts as it races up and down Overdrive Boulevard Accelerating, uncontrollably in a maddening incoherent state - it has no intention of slowing down This is my ambivalent, degenerate existence people Welcome to the cycle Welcome to the lives of the millions of silent ones amongst us, paralysed by the cycle and suffering in silence The drum roll slows its beat It stops, the cycle has ended – For now I am not cleansed, clean or refreshed I am blooded I am stained Bruised, battered, drowned Even more damaged. Please help me!! Cut the power Silence the drum Show me how to break the cycle and sail again