Your Own Disaster.

Twist a strand, break it free
Can you see? What you’re doing to me?

The puzzle’s chaotic and the placing’s wrong.
Such a hapless mess; Such a tuneless song.

What do you see? Did you hear me fall?
I've tried to flee but you make me crawl.

The paper’s blank and I’m out of ink;
I want to swim - but I guess I’ll sink.

I’d stand my ground, but the earth is swaying;
I’d call you out, but I don’t know what I’m saying.

What’s that in your eyes? Is it dread? Is it fear?
I think I’ve lost control - Could you be the one to steer?

The air is crisp but my words are slurred;
You’re standing so close, and I can’t be heard.

Drowning yourself in a desperate fantasy;
Blindfolding yourself and pretending you can see.

So many illusions - all up in smoke;
I think I burnt with every word you spoke.

Convincing delusions of a brand new start -
But it’s in with your dagger
And out with my heart.