Circles

circles, circles everywhere
but not a star in sight
i journey here, i wander there
still i seek to have the light
but my soul is black with sin
damned am i to eternal night

hope and love are both long dead
drifting like a broken kite
once i thought to battle the end
but now its pointless to fight
the dying of light at dusk
all my life is but a blight

the star is forgotten, fading, dying
but can i go gently into the night?
all the dreams, all the hopes
could it be that they might
live once again on wings of day
and end this living hell in flight?

circles, circles everywhere
but not a star in sight
lightning flashes before my eyes
a dark beckoning, to meet the end

and so, hence i go: to greet the maker:
with broken gun and shattered blade;
with dying rhyme and blackened soul;
with lost hope and withered love;
with all that i was and have become;
i go to meet the end.

i look into the mirror and die.