Hmm, I haven't written any poetry for a while. *shrugs* In a matter of fact, I haven't written anything for a while. Well, lemme rephrase that. I've written a lot of crap, it's just unedited and and patchy at the moment. Go figure. Anyway, here's an odd poem spewed from the depths of my brain at like three o'clock in the morning when I was depressed and had no desire to sleep. So yeah, try to enjoy this interesting poem and do be sure to review it.

They're spinning wildly and I'm still falling
And again I find myself gone
Alone and secluded in inky nothingness
With no one to search for
And although I stretch my fingers
There's no hand for me to grasp
No one to stop my fall
And I don't think that I can get up again
Not this time
Not in this downward spiral

So I'm isolated
With my sanity hanging by a strand of silken thread
But the petals are floating around me
And so I think
That maybe this isn't the end
And that maybe I will see the blossoms
But as long as I think of this hope, this salvation
There's no denying it
I'm still spinning
Spinning in this downward spiral

If they would only join me on the way down
Then the world would spin around us
And we could all fall together
So I'll say to myself
Maybe there's something out there
And I'm not alone
But it isn't long before I realize
That there's nothing there
And I find myself falling
Falling in this downward spiral

There's nothing here
Only those delicate petals of the dawn
Like a whisper in the dark
And I'm still spinning in this black
There's no one here to grasp my outstretched hand
No one to save me from this hell
And at last I find that this spiral will never end
So I'm still falling
And I'm still alone
Forever in this downward spiral