and do you know what it feels like, to be a hurricane?
to create such a mess of things, that the causalities keep on increasing.
to love in full, but to destroy with every soft caress and sweet nothing.
to whirl in rampant, and terrifyingly aware of the damage you were causing,
yet you are drawn to the inevitable pull, and you don’t seem to be stopping.
it’s above you, because it’s all left up to fate.
it’s too late now, you’re in my veins.
oh darling, what have we done.
oh darling, what have I become.
