Spinning

Sudden impulses drawn together to remain close to what you hold inside. From the exterior, a bellow of smoke, mirrors, but behind the mask cries terror. Tears of insanity from a youth once lost, but found again. Border line fear of what could be, what once was. We fit like the cliche' says, "a glove." I can't let go, I won't let go. Never to back down, but just maybe that's what you need in these critical times. I find myself wanting to escape to your world. Been outcasted, banished from the world that crumbles before you, before me though I must let you, let me go...

That glow that eminated from a smile that was a week ago, or month ago, maybe one year later. Crave the essence of what you've given answered in a prayer. Layers of silk skin brazenly lifted. A gift to finally see the real you, the real me in the same space. Made from god's grace, so purely petrified that I might remain on the outside of what could be. Something myth's are made of. My ties to you can't let go, won't let go. You pleaded hesitantly that it must end, it can't remain. But I find myself escaping to your domain once again with thoughts of what power you have over me. Left astray from a world that keeps crashing from within. So I must let you, let me go. Crashing worlds left in a Spin.