Around and around
In feverish cycles
When the pleasure
Grows hopeless and stale

Till the merciless tracks
Run along all your flesh
As a blood mountain range
In a stride to relief

So full on young thrills
And dulled to a whimper
Distress never stalls
Never slows
To a death-ridden crawl

To indulge
Means to live on in full
In the bends of this cycle
Till tragedy must fall
And rage