At the centre of the spiral
where gravitation’s weak
I cannot even think straight
Or hear the others speak
My thinking process damaged
I float on an astral plane
Images flow out my ears
Like fluid from my brain
I am leaking out humanity
Fighting to restore
What little faith I have left
Can’t take it any more
Thoughts break into pieces
Dreams lay dissipated
Questions always will remain
While fears are illustrated
At the centre of this spiral
Lies a man who’s fallen down
To the bottom of a great big hole
With no-one else around
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