turning
turning
turning
slowly turning
like a corkscrew
spiraling ever deeper into madness
perched high above the room
watching the butterflies
flit from bloom to bloom
If I close me eyes
will darkness come
If I slip from this conscious state
will peace enrapture me
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
turning
turning
turning
slowly turning
like a corkscrew
spiraling ever deeper into madness
perched high above the room
watching the butterflies
flit from bloom to bloom
If I close me eyes
will darkness come
If I slip from this conscious state
will peace enrapture me
