Spinning Top

stop - release my eyes, so frail,
from yours which cease to care
and my misery, so deeply entailed,
from my soul, running cold with despair.

you left behind this subtle catastrophe
because this is all some sick tease;
your goal was to eliminate my vitality,
and i suppose you get what you entreat.

but you can’t have me so simply,
no, you must have shot and missed;
because now you have this body walking limply,
but heart pulsing, whispering persist.

we never stop, energy like a spinning top,
but i’ll be the one making you dizzy ‘til you fall and drop.