the wheel of memory

it spinning...

it sheds me blood
as it grinds, slices
slowly cutting me open
opening the healed wound

yet again...

the pain...

as it rips every strands
a pulse of pain is sent
a milli second before torn
slowly, one strand at a time

uuhhhhmm...

it's there, as if i
were sliced by a dull knife
how it rips so hardly
slashing every inch of me

ssshhmmm...

so what else is new?
it's not the first, but
it's the thing inside
that emerges, bursting out of me

eternal hate and revenge.

makes me wanna do the same
to feel every part of it
it just can't be wrong
exactly the way i have been

to you.