It Was As If the Dead Man Stood Upon the Air

Rewind the cycle.

My Regret is the world I created.

Regret the kiss that sealed my fate.

Rewind, rewind it all again.

Rewind the silver that was my price.

I think I will take a walk and rest my soul.

A cylindrical head resting in

The arms of a circular rope.

Rewind this cycle endless cycle.