Bound…to be repeated

Against the wall….it’s cold, oblivious grip  holds me down…slowly again, i find myself in that dark abyss where lights fade and memories twist…shall my life be left for this…bound to ache and dream of things never obtained? ah, yes, again i see it the ultimatum…brought out for naught and seen over and over…it is the scaore left to repeat….bourn of lust and desire, and craving of a lovers touch…the solitude has embraced me again..ah i do …find the way gain…it reveberations make it way back anad cycling through…i see it now i’m bound