Incorrect Asethetics

Destruction

Choke me roughly and call me slut. Destruction captivates me. The flushed cheeks of a spouse as they trash their significant other's car. The laughs that follow after a destructive fit sometimes. The angry tears that come  before the thought of destroying comes to ones mind. The pure wake of devastation that one gathering of atoms can make. The chaos that one angry soul can make after breaking the hearts of innocent victims. The chain which destruction loves to create. The utter hopelessness that comes after your heart is broken. The oncoming storm of a person who waltzes into your life  and leaves cruelly after saying two soul-destroying words. "We're through." The look of pure anguish that controls a person's features as they process what has happened. The horrible realization that they, who cared so deeply for this oncoming storm of a person, was thrown away in a heartbeat without being given a single tear or explanation. The way that the affected sits in shock before  breaking down into a complete mess. An utterly beautiful, mesmerizing, powerful, destructive mess; but a mess all the same. A mess which only causes more people to self-destruct and turn into messes until everyone becomes obliterated into a chaotic scattering of atoms. The power which a rising tsunami or trembling earthquake hold are terrifying yet completely hypnotizing. The explosive eruption of a once silently weeping volcano decimating thousands of people as it let's its fury rain down in gigantic waves of scalding hot rivers which cascade into black as coal  rock. The ashes which fall after any explosion, human or not. The horribly sad story that haunts a destructive person's memory as they burn and bring others to burn with them. The look of defeat on a helpless victim as they try to run. The addiction that begins to form in an arsonist as they set fire to objects. The obsession of a serial killer who stalks their victims before brutally ripping them from their loving family and then watching as the family breaks down into a never-ending web of lies, but hey, those are just my thoughts. The thoughts of slightly strange weirdo.