Spin

Life makes me Dizzy.

Spinning around
inside my head.
I hide myself
in a shell of lead.
Padded walls
surrounding me.
Still I fly,
crash and bleed
at your feet
a crumbled mess.
A screaming rage
inside of flesh.
Begging, pleading
to let me out.
A growing thirst
in a loveless drought.
All dried up
Left without.

Within, I spin
in a twisted cage.
Alone and cold
on an empty stage.
Your spotlight once
shined on me.
Now a busted bulb
left dangling
high above
my darkended space.
I've found comfort
in this place.
Where I can't hear
and I can't see
the spoiling rot
I've come to be.
Locked inside
is where I'm free.

I spin and spin
inside myself.
Safe from tounges
of lying filth.
Leather binds
will keep me here.
Entrapped and sain
with lack of fear.
The bag of skin
you hold is bare.
A naked void
who doesn't care.
Gazing into
vacant eyes.
Starring back
at wreckless lies
underneath
your fake disguise.

I spin and spin
till my demise.

Author's Note

Picture by--http://zindy.deviantart.com/

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats such a good poem, flowing , like the thought in your brain Yos

[octane143]

wow! I've been there. I was looking for my favorite line, reading and re-reading it but it's all so beautiful written and wonderfully descriptive. It flows very easily and I like the analogies. I feel the need to just highlight it all...
The bag of skin
you hold is bare.
A naked void
who doesn't care.
Gazing into
vacant eyes.
Starring back
at wreckless lies
underneath
your fake disguise.

That's me alot. You pulled me into this and it feels kinda refreshing to know that Im not the only one that withdraws inside, going slowly insane while I just engage cruise-control and numbly go through the motions.
This is an absolutely amazing poem!