Wound Too Tight

My head is spinning ‘round
The spring inside is stuck
These ideas they glorify
The angel I’ve named rust
Lucid sights run rampant
Though chained they seem free
Outside my eyes are twitching
-    The only tell I have –
Tells of insanity
I can barely contain
Where do my thoughts come from
And to where do they go
Down the rabbit hole it seems
Distorted is my sight
Through static airwaves
Can I find the cure to
My incessant disease
The struggle made real
Can anyone succeed
When the walls start talking back?
The screams that wake me up at night
Are really in my head