Around and around my head spins
My eyes sealed shut...

My head is whirling
Thoughts flashing back and forth...

She was once his little girl
Not knowing all he did...

I have no idea what this was about, I simply began...
So simple, the con of the mighty beast...

The Daylight breaks
The burning sun decays...

I love to write poems with a bit of symbolism in...
Walking down the Corridor of Deceit...