Spiral

Spiral up to the top where you will meet the ceiling and crash, then spiral down to the floor for another crash.
The wheel of destruction completes itself again and again.
Bringing all your pains and fears to reality, you spiral out of control.
Can you feel your mind begin to shred as it spirals in your head?
Your body spirals up and down, confused but wanting to hit the ground.
Harder this time. Even harder the next.
You spiral back up and are crushed at the top; your fragments spiral down in a gory rain. A cacophony of blood, that leaves behind a nasty stain.
As your parts spiral down and collide with the solid ground, they bounce and spiral back up.
Up, and Down, and a never ending sound.
The spiraling tower in which I spiral up and down forever becomes matted and soaked with my own bloody remnants, killing all my internal tenants.
I shout for the smashing to stop, STOP, STOOOOP.
In the end I am stopped by just another spiraling collision.
A never-ending spire meant for me and only me will certainly be the end of humanity.