My mind’s in a whirl,
I can not stop the spin

Try as I might to cease its twisting.

Roiling, boiling, turning inside out,

Convoluting, having its own way;

I feel it fighting me, always resisting.

My will is weakening,
My nerves strung taught;

I am slipping, reeling toward a void.

Gray, black, deepening midnight,
Engulfing my senses, slowing me;

As my mind takes me, helplessly, into the darkness.

Crying out to no avail,
No ears to listen, no heart to care;

Resolve is gone, surrender nigh—hello, comforting insanity.