I Am a Spinning Shell

 
An empty shell, I cry havoc to the winds

Because influence flutters hither and tither

Empty to the core

Solid on the outside, empty on the inside

Spinning, round, round, and round again and again, to the becoming of intellect, yet I still forgot who I really…

Spinning out of control, yet still reined by a thin thread of consciousness

Fun, that was gone, now all that matters is appearance

Astounding appearance, but feared, frayed and unpopular

None the less, can you hear something I cannot?

I crawl slowly in this shell of mine, not much affects me now, not much will change me now

Seven ticks, nine tocks

An aching of absolute effort

Still a subject to the wind, everything blows, everything twirling to a childhood rhythm of impeccable nonsense

Take me now to the currents, forget the weakness of my production, forget the suit I am now forced to wear, forget all clothes….

However, you will never forget my shell

It may twirl to the wind, but it will never betray the emptiness of my heart

Long dead, long brutal, long life
Stop
Please stop

Never…

Forever…

I am but a spinning shell