A Charming Chaos

When love is absolutely killing you.

I can't stomach the thought.

In an attempt, my head turns to knots.

Its an elimination process,

to stop, would be to cease an order

in which my world surely spins.

If it was to create a chaos such as ours,

I'd eliminate everything in my pathway.

Disintegration would be lacking what 

an honest destruction needs.

& our essence would be vacant. 

Completely virginize everything I've 

come to know and have it all be 

obliterated.

I'd slaughter the cancer that's been hoarding

the realm we strive to be in.

Sear the ground in a noxious fire,

& seep my venomous tongue in the cocoon

that has been harvesting another alluring, trenchant 

chaos.