Twisted Like a Storm

Fall Apart

I'm ready to let myself go

To let the feebly held together pieces

Fall apart again. 

I'm ready to let the river

Sweep away the buildings

Of cheery pretendedness. 

I'm ready for the destruction

For the sweeping away of souls.

I'm ready to accept my Fate

As long as I'm taken before the real end

I'll be content.

I'm ready for the tornado of emotions;

 My twisted gut mirrors the grey funnel. 

I stand ready to welcome the Chaos

Arms wide open, primed for the pain

Torrential winds whip my hair

Grabbing my clothes

Stinging my bloodshot eyes.

Lightning strikes nearby

It lights up my face, 

contorted from fear

My knees tremble, I'm about to collapse

The weight is beginning to be too much.

I hit the ground

Like a bag of bricks. 

I curl into a ball

Hugging my legs for comfort

As the rain falls down my face

I lay still

Ready to let myself go

Ready to let the feebly held together pieces

Fall apart again.