Whirlpool

how can I explain?

that state of mind

when in the chaos

I can see the plain frame

it is like a circle,

swiveling around,

merging to the other edge

where love meets the rage

same as living in a whirlpool

where I can never miss the rhythm

and I take a chance to be real

I dare to make my figures

not simple, the air gets thick

and I don't know how to explain

why I fall and I lick,

the pain, for the fear to stay the same

I prefer loss to violence and shame

I rather suffer than be vain

I made of beauty my religion

because life can be a prison