End of the Circle

through many paths

we never find the last laugh

at my pain

till you faint

and find you're safe

but covered in paint

stained blankets

tucked in my house

deep in your cupboard

behind the same glasses

we drank from

and sank into the basement masses

now we can see the meaning of the Lord

from the message on the inside of my blouse

explaining so many things

like how to make it

out of this

blanket

no need for the tutorial

we all know what's real