Cycles

Standing amidst this crumbling world
I smile
It was all my doing, all my own
Absolute control
Even though it rendered everything to nothing
It was all my doing, all my own
For it is better to destroy ourselves on our own terms than someone else’s

Once, twice, thrice
Again and again
My reunion

The face of my past facing my present smiling at my future
Same place
Same ruin

See you in three years