Lizzy Burnam 🐞

The road to hell is a roundabout 
The path a screeching left 
Your seat inside the slaughterhouse 
An ever-catching breath

A hallway lined with mirrors 
is an echo of your sins 
The end is creeping nearer  
Yet—never closing in 

The road to hell is a roundabout 
An always-bleeding vein 
No begging and no bailing out
The path remains the same 

Before is just like after 
And after’s back around 
No asking reaps no answer 
Just a bottomless well of sound

The road to hell is a roundabout 
The tumblers full and spilling 
You’re sure that God could end the route 
You’re not sure he’d be willing