Life's perverted circle
racing for all time
mind numbs with words
skipping the prime
stinging silent decay
cold soul whistles down
mumbling "dooms day"
hands weak and bound
passionate about this
enough to breathe pain
gamble anger for bliss
heart beat in brain
if losing is winning
victory for years
cheering endless hurting
scoring with tears
the lead slows to wait
to see the crutch on its way
experimenting with hate
not planning to stay
naturally before the gun
already around the bend
instead of the beginning
it sounds the end
laughing and pointing
down upon the discrace
who never planned to win
but to be part of the race.
