spin. spin. spin.
i want to get insanely dizzy
so i can stop watching your tears fall
to the frozen december ground.
i want to make everything blurry
so i don't have to think about anything
but the nauteous feeling in my stomach.
i want the world unfocused
so i don't have to sit and wait for the end
of your vicious midnight temper.
i want to get sick from the turns
so i can stop wondering why you hate
everything that this world has become.