Landscapes: Cinnamon Death Roll

It dragged you to the deeps That deep Melancholy You rolled and danced and twisted All was valley none was hill

A bite that clenched you tightly One you couldn't shake Of thoughts were made your shackles And the key was made of clay

Soggy bizcochito Caramel turned gray When you can’t tell where’s upwards How can you kneel and pray? Or even know the difference Between passing night or day? A lonely piece of driftwood Which always dreams of bays

Careful fidget spinner Don’t spread yourself too thin Uncoiling that way in every turn Won’t leave much left to spin

Prepare your preparations Prepare to be preperate And when you're are all prepated Prepare to perpetrate

You want to “reach the surface” To want to “kiss the sun” But bring yourself to stove your bun? Not even if you won!

I know you!

You’re gonna keep on grinding Sharpening your brain Careful not to sharpen much And eat away the sane