Im falling back passing my time and you fell for me
I didn't ask for you to throw my reason out of rhyme
So what is this thing going to turn out to be?
If we fall together then who will be there to catch us?

A beating heart and turning stomach harmonize to play the song you'll violently dance to. A bead of sweat crashes to the ground like a hard stick of hickory, striking a high hat. The song echoes, testing the sound barrier, but who's responsible for this piece? Are you to do the dance of indifference; packed away in your corner? Or kick down the door and break the ground with a passion full of hate. Whether you go through the door, or felicitously open it, you've gone somewhere. So sit in your corner and let your eyes dance through these words, or go past the door, and write about how you've danced. There are pros and there are cons, you're reading this prose and possessing neither one.

Look in the mirror
Stand on the floor
No ones come nearer
Nothing to adore
Without having another
What are you good for
You've got plenty of brothers
You've had a couple of ******
You can soon find
you've  opened your mind
But never your arms
Never left open a spot
Or a chance to feel harm
Trust someone enough
To take a shot
Knowing they won't shoot

And within the moment
I was caught still, motionless
Watching a storm come tear me apart
The indifference hit me
And at the same time I knew
I wanted to be crashed into and swept off
Lost within a wonderland of passion
Once I stripped myself of rain boots
The storm rolled past in a blink
And I'm longing for the disaster to return

This convolutions delusion is diluted by the hands of a contusion.
An unrealistic fusion in the brink of a solution left the girl as an elution.