spiralling, spiralling, spiralling

everyone is down
spiral form despair
like something's in the air
but no demon beneath my bed
you'll find that's one that hides
right through your veins
like a pessimist's wet dream
he's shy of introductions
you know him truly well
that scentless carcass
makes days of your strains
pain, famine, a mild migraine
name your game
and let it stay and hold your grave
while you take your break
unknowingly brave
as if there was an escape