My heart keeps spinning.
Like an inter-dimensional doorway,
A spiraling vortex projecting colour, absorbing sorrow.
Transmuting all energy into light,
like the opposite of a rainbow.
Where has Kansas gone Dorothy?
It was sucked into my vortex,
When I invited you into my dreams,
destroying your past,
presenting the moment.
Now all is dead and what’s left is lost
It’s better that way.
Drowning in poison is a choice.