Cycle
I guess it is true We are all going to die someday I see it in the trees and in the shadows of this hot and muggy summer As I am out making daisy chains I hear my sister making love in a garden shed He reached his hand into my panties I gasped in delight Naked in the dirt His member making me moan Entering my body It feels certain that we each had our time Moments of the unveiling and those moments When we conceal ourselves back into a cocoon As new girls become romanced under the moonlight Men laughing at purity with the thrust of their penises I keep asking myself why I wasn't good enough For the Lord of the Underworld Your hands pushing me away A face that used to light up at my presence Now can't stand the sight of me I am exhausted Full of tears The light comes through and then fades away An endless cycle forever repeating itself Until the death of my days