cycle of suffering

who's tipped the scales against me?

the balance outweighed perpetually

crushed by our own tombstones

and a harsh reality

and it washes over me again

the feeling of fire against cold skin

awaiting the relief

but only finding penance

and there is no fighting for air

when there is no will

as there are no subtleties between foes

it's so clear to see

as the blind belittle

yet follow each other

some of us were born to suffer

i've felt the waves of pain

crashing against me

and with no sign of escape

it's too overbearing

there's an enveloping despair

and there are demons beneath our skin

you can't point the finger unless

you've pointed it within

and no atonement

can ease the inevitable

there's something to be learned

as we connect to the unknown

i never saw the light

till i was already out of the dark

and when i thought i'd left it completely

the void dragged me back

an endless cycle of suffering