The Spirals
Lost in a daze,
My head is spinning round and round,
Ready to fall to the ground.
Heading down a spiral of nothingness,
Losing all of my ambitions.
Tied down by an unbreakable chain,
Temptation takes its toll,
The pain is far beyond humane,
Ready to lose control.
I try to reach to my normal self,
From this troubled place,
Nowhere to turn, it's a never-ending cycle.
Falling down the spirals,
Hoping for survival.
Falling down these spirals,
Praying for revival.
A line is severed in two,
A border now lies between.
Its impossible to ensue,
This destructive disease.
Falling down the spirals,
Hoping for survival.
Falling down these spirals,
Praying for revival.
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