Round and Round
Round and round this ride doth go,
Faster and faster then it did before,
It creaks and groans under the weight it bore,
Dismantling itself till it was no more.
Round and round it goes alone,
Till even the trees had turned to stone,
Hidden and abandoned, its existence never known,
Through the years, only its pain had grown.
Be rid of this world, is what it wished,
Spinning faster and faster on its little axis,
A strange creature that no one will miss,
It wanted to greet death with a welcoming kiss.
Insanity is poison, insanity is kind,
Manifesting within all different types of minds,
Though everything is but a bitter lie,
It somehow takes away the fear to die.
So round and round their sick minds go,
Rocking between realms, to and fro.
Entrapped in this intricate web of limbo,
In every single second, they live their woes.
Disintegrate, my tortured dear,
Soon there will be nothing to fear,
So wipe away that broken tear,
For you are about to depart from here...