Goner

I can't drown my demons, and I keep spinning 'round and 'round in never-ending circles. My friend screams at me to open my eyes, fill the void with something other than the screams of white noise. Screams at me to get out of the lane that I am in, and fix my car radio. I don't know where I am, I can't fix my heavy-dirty-soul. He screams at me that I'm coming.
My soul is burning, and I'm slowly crawling closer to the edge of the carousel.