So

A cycle
i persue is
stolen and

i am pushed
To it
once again

unreluctant
and stubborn
to produce
an effect that will
cause damnable scars

so i bite my lip,
and bare my teeth
As my death is
chased
By Me,

the way i force it to be-

my way, my death-
and my drama.

i wish it wasn't so.

*Copyright, 2001