My Collapse

My collapse is one
That I had coming.
Seething and writhing
In bookmatched apathy
Culling the day
I come unto you.
And this I do
O zealous freak,
O conjurer of societal sanctions,
Thou divine specimen
Of perfection and Christian
For the devil has my hands
Guiding me to ruins
Living up not to expectations,
But to solace.
My collapse is strong.