I’m in a mood. I’m in a stall.
Can’t hardly see beyond the fall.
The films that play within my mind.
I may not see, but I’m not blind.
I want to feel that something more.
Knocking, mocking at my door.
I crave the kiss, the kiss of death.
But also life! But also breath!
So, soon I’ll pray and I’ll repent.
Dissent. Descent. Relent. Ascent.
Circle the circle. Round and round.
I once was lost, but now I’m found.