NIN said it best in a downward way; though a staircase like this can be exciting. I'm almost helical, like rotini; though this word ties to someone on a one way track, out of control.

Shiny accolades that gather dust, symbols of past glories, they stand like silent guardians of your victories.

I’m the nipple’s tiny curtain, spinning in a whirl, A decorative flair for the exotic dancing girl.

Sweet and tasty I am the treat for everyone that loves to baked in this freshly season feast

I bind your papers so they won’t slip, or show a video that’s short and quick. I hold things firm or briefly play, In work or screen, I find my way.