a barred door
with hanging lock
nothing can open it
neither plea nor knock
so why are you here
are you around still?
have you no fear?
you'll end up an easy kill
so I've been told
and that's fine
i could be mad
it's a thin line
be it a habit or a trend
I will do what they tell
be it a foe or a friend
I am out to collect a bill
history, we meet again
your end I've seen it
and yet, once again
I am doomed to repeat it
the wheels turn
looking for old friends, until
everyone forgets. until
there are no holes left to fill