Running In Circles

This furnace inside lives and breathes
Enveloping inspiration as it seethes-
The doubt I hold so deep in this chest
Cowering behind the resolve of my unrest-
The defeated victims of self satisfaction,
Demise of regret being the catalyst to action

Clarity ensnares this skull in affliction
Not as an ailment, but an unstable distraction
A phase of contentment thats claims it's persistent
Clinging to triumph as I become more resistent
Merely a pessimist subjected to constant rupture
Dwelling on the cognition of this frail structure

Damned by viscous cycles that restart and complain
I though I saw the end but the dawn has come again
Death plays it's tricks and cackles in our sleep
The misty depths of slumber is where rebirth reaps
If I've wrote this before, I really couldn't say
I guess I'll forget it on another sullen day