Seeing whatever I can through this cold dead window,
Spin me again Lord, you know you love me on this spindle.
I no longer heal, because I can no longer bear to feel,
The emptiness and exclusion when I never get the wheel.
The World is on fire and I no longer care,
Because when I burn there is no one there,
Let it burn bright, an illusion, kill it on sight,
No more confusion, I was always the one set alight,
And left to burn.
– Thomas Spychalski