A dizzying mind

I chased
God knows what
and rushed
after naught.
Running in vicious circles,
a dizzying mind
nauseates its rot
and licks it again.
It engenders
a fear unwarranted,
notions - baseless
feelings - corrupted.
The soul bears
a fatal hole,
twisted, contorted
crouching in a shell,
accumulates negativity
and promulgates the same.