The entire room swirls violently,
My eyes follow accordingly: around and around,
They're not sound from all this hounding and, also,
My mind is ragged; torn apart from reality;
It's all a blur from which,
I find myself nauseous in my bed.

Nauseous:
Intoxicated by all the ingested foulness,
Which mauls my stomach without mercy,
For the shy prey;
It'll ravage all that peacefully opposes.
Now, stabbed by roses they'll be; and bleed they shall.

Puckered lips, dry mouth;
The halls are clear for the blitz to come,
Imposing, it hums a dreaded melody,
Referencing the glum future that awaits.

Meltdown:
Everything is on a breakdown;
The swirls become whirlpools, ******* my consciousness out;
The assault from inside runs rampant;
The down has sung, I'd say, and
I'm feeling nauseous, and it's no wonder why:
I swam too much in rotten waters, and they drowned me whole.

And now,
In a hole I'm perishing,
Vomiting and twirling impetuously,
Suffering eternally from all this disgusting uglyness.