I whirl and weave myself into circles in my brain
A space that nobody knows
Into someones arms I go
But I can't find my home
No place for me to get shelter from this storm
I'm hungry for need
My delicate parts as they bleed
A portion of my desire is met
My ***** is lustful and shamed
Do I look the same?
Carving the needle inside my veins to hide the truth
Keep the need
Trembling as I speak
I can't seem to express or seem to cope
The patterns of my insight are a maze
Like a rational being I should know what to do
It may be a obtuse dream
I surround the avenue of my thoughts
Making me more confused and feeling so lost