Tale as old as time
You mess up and it's there.
Whether it be physical or psychological, it's coming for you.
It never ends.
It just keeps going and going.
You fix the twine, and it just unravels once more.
It won't end.
It's just there.
Looking.
Laughing.
Taunting.
Never ending, but beautiful.
The chaos, the aftermath, it's all so worthwhile.
Ode to mess, it's beauty and terror lasts evermore.
