Spin

I can feel myself slipping 

The colors are already blurring 

Their neon lights are speeding 

But I'm barely breathing 

 

I am trapped in this vortex

This spiral seems so endless

I cannot believe all this resides 

Safely tucked away behind my eyes

 

My thoughts are a natural spark

Helping me shape the dark 

As I streak the walls with my fingers 

I try to capture the moments that linger 

 

Undulating ribbons of light 

Cut into the darkness 

Leaving no end in sight 

Florecent violet hues 

Will ultimatlely lead me to my doom 

 

This infinite spin 

Lies in wait within 

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