Motions That Lie

I am caught. 
There's no way out of an endless existence I created myself. My days are aligned and none too defined. 
Living and breathing are motions that lie. 
Endless weeks, end me please. 

Hours that pass are ours to bleed. 
I see no end but the end sees me. 
He knows my face and I'm waiting to meet. 
This is a cycle so familiar, one that I can not break. 
Every time that it starts over all this pressure increases in weight.