Whirling, Twirling,

Pirouetting shadows from the backside of my mind,
Tapping my sanity, tapping it dry,

Twirling, Whirling, Conveying their vengeance,
Through all those beaten segments,

And all those wretched statements,
all though ill-intended,
Crush and burn a thigh, a bone;

A messenger of honor, as they claim, as they know,
Unsheathed my anger to sheathe my fate,
Quench the lust I so fear to hate;

Sane to insane, swiftly as could be,
Engulf my soul, as it stands withered, pained,
Seeking inside I wish to thwart,
Those pirouetting shadows I plea to stop;

Whirling, Twirling...