My head spins around in an agitating array.
Puddles swell my two bloodshot eyes to drown.
I struggle to harbor emotions at the bay.
Grief anchors a firm grip only clocks can heave way.
My muddled mind is completely run down.
My head spins around in an agitating array.
Brutally I\'m beaten but not in a fleshly way.
My wounds mark the insults discreetly thrown.
I struggle to harbor emotions at the bay.
Mind manure will garden in a luminous way.
Deep seeds of harmony will bloom around.
My head spins around in an agitating array.
Silence quickly disappears as I tarry and stay.
Feelings flood internal lobes of this clown.
I struggle to harbor emotions at the bay.
It smirks at queries and fair remarks that I say.
My mouth falls down as it furnishes a frown.
My head spins around in an agitating array.
I struggle to harbor emotions at the bay.