Lands End

To be lost but once found;

To know the difference profound;

To smile and have frowned;

To have never swam but drowned.

Setting the scene for an imperfect end;

As if beginning was perfect when;

The tide turns back at you again;

Only to find you lost your friend.

A perfect circle of life;

One cut with a knife;

Spend your time being polite;

Unholy matrimony to ignite.

Pleasures run deeper;

Than vice unreachable;

Insatiable desire impeachable;

Questionning the deceitful.

Clearing the truth;

A way through;

Delving to anew;

Fostering the sinew.

Only to find the festering;

Strangleholds unresting;

The birds have been nesting;

In a den of confessed sin.

To break the cycle;

Rid life of the cyclical affair that broke you to the end;

The bitter End.