Round and round and round they go
Over the top and then out below
Spinning this way, twirling that way
Never slowing, never pausing all the day
Each twist and turn is like a knife
Cutting deeply, causing strife
The pain they draw, exquisite and dear
It never lets up so have much fear
Like a river outward flows the blood they draw
Never, ever stopping, not that I ever saw
In rivulets deep and strong it flows
Cutting deeper, inward it goes
I cannot long this onslaught withstand
It changes the face of my mind's own land
All that it gives is torture and pain
It causes tears to flow like the rain
So a magic bullet give to me now
One that will stop it all somehow
Put the brakes on this madly spinning world
Stop these thoughts that are all in a twirl
And then there will be peace at last
Don't fear for me, the dice are cast
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