Silent, still and empty  of all thought,
I stare blankly into  space.
I feel as if in a trance,
somewhere between reality and dream.
I see everything I want and cannot reach.
Unable to move, in a comatose  state,
I am tortured by images i produce, unwillingly taunting  myself,
showing me all i want and cannot have.
I break me every day,
I hate me more than anyone
has ever hated me.
And then, I try to put me back together
and forgive me.
Day in day out, again and again,
amidst an endless repetitive loop,
trapped in a vicious cycle I create,
no beginning no end, only non stop
consecutive circular movement...