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