Over Ended

How long can a room spin for,

The walls are losing ground.

Upside down and playing pretend.

Fun to gather with no love reaching ends.

Slate was the colour the sky turned,

And it's lonely on a road leading to no destination. 

I have exited the vehicle,
A tank of gasoline left
To swallow a single match.

Fumes will be the last light I see of you.