Routine fell wayside

Lost in time

Normal traces new sketches

A corner I've never seen

Leaning against scratchy walls

Scrapes my arm

Will my mind, never rests

Spring like shapes

Boing out of my ears

Lost in translation

Springing up new fears

Spirals with timid edges

Wrapped around ribcage

Spinning while I stand still

Indian burn covered body

Lungs smuggling air

But soon to get caught

Leaning against scratchy walls

At the speed my brain starts to rot