I am at a block,
One that I've stood upon for so long.
So infuriated, so frustrated,
An ouroboros doomed to its fate.
Like a vampire, I fed on them
Hungry and distressed,
Their sacrifice out of love,
But was I deserving of it?
I don't fly here for self-pity,
I come to this alter for alteration.
But all I bear is questions,
And the answers are like bacteria.
They're on the tip of my tongue,
I can't spit it out.
They come for their long revenge,
Seeking shelter in my mind.
I regret it all, every time.
And it keeps coming back,
But I don't know how to fix it.