S P U N . B A L L E R I N N A . S P U N . P O N
I pencilled my toes like a stenciled
And I still
Laid still with my eyes peeled
Like a peel my eyes scream
To the burning sensations off of it
Ice cold my heart stills and my life spins
Deluding me into an oblivion of the nothingness of the night.