The Loop

The night flows in like fog over the hills. Each burning sip gives me chills. Staring out among a sea of people Each bathing in sin before cleansing at the steeple. Wearing the clothes of death I stand amongst the accused Our hearts beaten, battered, and abused. Smiles worn out and broken Into the river of luck I toss my final token In hopes of regaining what I once had A smile not yet cracked to reveal the bad Before a heart full of love was blackened from desire In the end I wake the next morning with my head on fire. Each day repeating like the night prior.