Spinning on Empty

In my veins, to the brain,
Spun to hell and back again.
Revealing this feeling is somehow repeating,
Same fears turn into tears over and over through out my years.
Same old nightmares and hopeless stares,
And I still think that no one cares.
Line after line,
Rhyme after rhyme,
I still can’t escape these thoughts in my mind.
Time after time,
I always seem to find.
It’s my own weakness which supports this tie that binds.  



Written 1996