Repeating it all p*isses me off

Whats been done again,
Round and again repeated,
Is a turning circle of fire,
That our charade is so inspired.

Quotations I hear,
She spits from hell,
Scream and scratch at my ears,
Rusty scars are souvenirs.

I broke your arms,
You cant reach me,
You split my jaw,
With your own devil claws.

Its black that I see,
And what I recieve,
Someone restrain me,
Or Ill hurt her while Im angry.

Its a thunder storm of my own heart,
Brought out by lack of Sun,
I shout for her to move away,
Shes blocking my light of anything not gray.