Anarchy and disarray muddle my senses, Even worse than a spiral of thoughts.
The gyre of memories untold so far, Neither would I like to dredge the dead.
Dizzy my head swirl out through sights, Farctate I am beyond what you see.
Then why does this chafe me more than ever, Your gaze and voice seethe my blood through me.
Not a clue do I have to stop this spiral, It twirls again against the will of the zephyr.
Now I hatefully loathe it more than ever, The abhor and odium that you radiate forever.