REVOLVING

This silence continues to grow from within; inside of me lives a boy – my twin.  His eyes are lighter than my own; he’s a victim of the time that’s blown.  In circles he is made to suffer for my sin; incarcerated he never knows what it’s like to win.  A monster keeps the boy at bay; smiles forsaken come to charge with ill pay.  Boy hopes upon a star; many nights he cries au-revoir.

Round and round I go... revolving.

Down and down I go... absolving.

Boy descends into the depths of hell – I extend my hand.  Men grab and take from me without remand.  Can’t they see the boy has little left to give; can’t they see it is I who himself he can’t forgive?  Still, grabbing hands come and indulge upon the feast; the boy continues to be fed to their lustful beast.  Why do I take and take from the boy - my twin?  Why do I kill and kill the boy who lives within?  Have my good deeds all died?  Am I the beast that lied?  Who’s the monster that eats at me – Me?  Can this hellish nightmare truly be – Be?

Tired and sick the boy waits inside his cell; there is no salvation for him – this he knows well.  Death comes ringing its evil bell; again his flesh is the item to sell.  Darkness is where he’s made to dwell – where pain and anguish will exceedingly excel.  Fighting with his might the boy cannot expel; lasting long will be the hurt – until his farewell.

Sobs reach my soul as the boy daily dies.

Mobs eat away at the boy as he daily cries...

A mirror reflects a gentle face; cheeks marked with dark tears show an awful pace.  Desire grows in me to stare; fear grips my throat, yet I dare.  Watching me is the boy looking in; reflections in his eyes reveal my sin.  Saving him is what he wants me to do; my twin – only beckons me to pay him his due!

Chains fasten themselves around my wrists; struggling my hands ball into fists – enslaved the boy must continue to exists.  No matter how much he persists... I REMAIN TRAPPED... revolving.