a song in seven

I wrote this a long time ago, I feel a lot different now. I thought it was decent for the time and place though.

perfect circles are black holes
perfect circles are forsaken goals
the circle shines like the siren sings
so surreal so simple and clean
a facade for a numerical, perpetual motion machine

perfect circles just prescribe more pills
self sabotage through cynical thrills
i am the mind behind a staged suicide
meticulously planned in order to hide
an honest and dreadful longing of my darker side

im an artist, my canvas time and space
determined to reinvent what i cant face
just radiant perfection im in a daze
just mesmerized by its brilliant rays
flooded brain and body, somehow the disdain stays

and when im empty ill just shun you away
i know you care but i just couldn't stay
ive found nothing at all and its all too clear
ive found hope to be the source of all fear
because you are my needle, yes your beautiful dear

staring down like the barrel of a gun
i could escape but im just too content to run

a search for silence in fields stricken with war
a longing for love in the cold arms of a whore
deals in dark Allys with hope for a cure
all along it was just the desire
desire
desire
desire
for more

thoughts?