Sub Currents..

Merry go round, I feel,
My sanity spin.
My chasms of thought vortex, clot.
Musical vibes,
Hollow tremors through my mind..
Is this a twisting lullaby?

I am being forced to death, to rest in peace.
All day have I not been much awake.
Irrationally, I'm found exhausted without trace..
Awakening from memories, into restless condition..
This has been a week of repetition..

Another surface shadowed,
Awaiting the pearls transistion
Anoter crash of distant sights..
Two more passing,
maybe then I'll get some sun light.. - AtR