Poem of the day

Go on.
Turn me around 'till I
keep spinning by myself.
Like a thousand fires reaching for me
I am getting burned.
And still
I reach out for more.
No.
I run for it.
Rather being burned than feeling nothing!
For my agony has become my fix.
Go on.
Bend me over 'till I
feel my fingers touch the floor.
Like a thousand oceans I am swallowed
In the depth of cold waters.
And still
I open my mouth and breath.
No.
I drink from it.
Rather drowning than feeling nothing!
For my torment is now my escape.
Go on.
Turn me around 'till I
keep spinning by myself.