I feel as if I am on a carousel
my life spinning in circles
where past events resurface
into new patterns to avoid paradox
I twist in torment
turn in orbit
as I rotate in cycles of despair
dwelling in this constant reminder
I dare not to bare
my heart beats in the sound of your name
pulsating sonic
reverberating in time
of when you were mine
I shiver in the bitter smell of simplicity
my dossier limbs twitch
and shadows walk beneath my feet
like fate of broken glass
reflecting back the images
that once was me
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
