We Live In The Same Cycle

She lies, She cries, She dies,

The same cycle continues 'til death do us part,

A grey shadow of dust gathers over the once-passionate art,

A masterpiece defaced by everyday life,

Sliced away layer by layer, by blade of knife,

Tangled in the same cycle everyday,

Dust of boredom gathers and can't be swept away,

Creature of habit, same til we die,

Creature of habit, life is a lie.

The End

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