In the corner of my circular thoughts
there I sit, confused, feeling used;
Betrayed and abused by my ego.
In cycles of these memories in circles
In this strange event, I’ve been trapped;
Torture, Like water on earth; plenty
Having your regrets on repeat;
Pain so old but ever so strange.

A strange calm hangs in the air
I think it’s trying to speak to me;
Saying, ‘something sinister, in the air lingers’
A warning I dare not listen;
Don’t get me wrong
I’m nowhere close to being brave;
I find being afraid ever so strange.

Ever so strange, how you take my breath away;
Those little misdeeds, always unlike you.
Every passing day you amaze me
changing into an even stranger mystery;
I not a fool in love
but isn’t love ever so strange?

Society is dead;
Greed, selfishness and misery stinks.
Come to think of it
when was society a functioning structure?
I think it’s very fracture in our genes;
The need to stand in gangs
I’m Human but I find Humans ever so strange.

this sounds like a serious case of infatuation...
you might need to see if there is a cure...
before you are tortured to death...

once again.. love the imagery and journey...

INFATUATION
Hmmm...