Cyclic

It doesn't matter.
how many times you've lost me
To your doubts,

How your thoughts have
ran away from me time and
Again-

I love you over and over
without fail and it is a
relentless feeling of
wreckless abandonment

lost in a shadow of
Fatigue.

Stolen in an hour
of madness...

We are stoic and
harsh in our religious
whippings of the hated.

We are lost in their eyes.
Please let me save you from
my eyes.

*Copyright, '02