III. Circles
Round and Round
Bound to our bond.
Hard to escape
Yet easy to break.
Turning in my grave
Haunted below ground.
Please let me be
I wallow and scream.
I chased and chased
Ran and followed
Could never catch up.
We shouldn't have matched up.
Spinning around in circles
Following your lead
Tripping and falling
All the way to Hades.
Our last dance ended in circles
Turning round and round.
Don't look me in my eyes
Let go of my arms
For our time is done.
As I have already
Passed on.
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