Morphia II
[POET'S NOTE:] This is the 2nd poem of the Morphia series... FYI: Morphia is another term for morphine, which is a drug... or so Mr. Webster says...
Morphia II
Red ... mine eyes
Blue ... mine lips
In my head, in my head
The world revolves like a disc
Spinning, spinning
On a phonograph
Crash against the walls
Broken pieces of mirror scatter
Diamonds on the floor, on the floor
Crystalline drops of ruby red
Seeping, seeping
Through translucent skin
Just one gulp
My heartbeat resonates
In my room, in my room
Death's shadow arrived
Spinning, spinning
The room is still
But my body is spinning
Faster and faster and faster
Up on my feet
Spinning, spinning
The dazed ballerina
Over and over
A world revolves like a blank disc
silent, silent
The spinning slows
Tired, exhausted
Nausea creeps in
Silent, silent...
Stop...
Pulse synched to the ticking clock
Rush has passed
Delirious, distorted
My visions are clouded
Falling, falling
Falling to the dark...
~ Iris Psyche
Morphia II
Red ... mine eyes
Blue ... mine lips
In my head, in my head
The world revolves like a disc
Spinning, spinning
On a phonograph
Crash against the walls
Broken pieces of mirror scatter
Diamonds on the floor, on the floor
Crystalline drops of ruby red
Seeping, seeping
Through translucent skin
Just one gulp
My heartbeat resonates
In my room, in my room
Death's shadow arrived
Spinning, spinning
The room is still
But my body is spinning
Faster and faster and faster
Up on my feet
Spinning, spinning
The dazed ballerina
Over and over
A world revolves like a blank disc
silent, silent
The spinning slows
Tired, exhausted
Nausea creeps in
Silent, silent...
Stop...
Pulse synched to the ticking clock
Rush has passed
Delirious, distorted
My visions are clouded
Falling, falling
Falling to the dark...
~ Iris Psyche