Spinning Round Here Insane
No
matter which notes are played on still waters
they
weigh heavy on my pain
when
they fall.
There
are days when I realize
I
am spinning 'round
and
murmuring,
feeling
forced and raw.
It
seems that time dwindles down
into
its own sea
then
wakes the night
asking
to be filled with hours.
Everything
I do
seems
to make time kiss the places
where
I spin,
stroking........
as
it devours.
I
can feel a searing look
from
eyes on the sidelines
when
I attempt to hold the jewels of darkness
next
to me.
Their
footsteps
are
like the million curses of tears,
stinging..........endlessly.
Before
the door closes on my life's journey
I
know the moon will rise
in
all its angelic innocence
once
again.
Until
then, I will dream
of
polishing those jewels,
spinning
round
here......
insane.
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