A little spin was what i needed,
For truths weren't told,
And a listening ear suffered.
Such numbness felt surely,
Never fail to strike fear in hearts.
The spin wasn't fruitful,
Though a little tipsy,
And suicidal like rage,
Dare not, he dare not.
Speeds up to 120,
Weaving in and out.
He hopes there's no hard impact.
Only a crushing blow.
In pain.