It's been a while
Since I could write the way I used to
And it's been a while
Since I could look at myself in the mirror and smile
But at last it's come to this
A blistering sustenance
A complete and utter detachment
And I spin around myself
And I gaze upon myself
And I silently cry to myself
Screaming quietly
Amongst the riddle of time
How cliched my mind has become
And the rain falls harder
And the thunder roars louder
And the lightening strikes faster
And the tired fall further...from reality
Have you experienced this mess?
This cessation of perfect ideals
These mindless stanzas of futile poetry
Does it bother you?
The spinning
The buzzing
The uncontrollable urge
To fling yourself in front of at truck
Or the bouts of anger
The fits of tears
The falling away from yourself
Have you been tortured by it too?
...By this Vertigo?