Inconceivable destruction
Hides in the shadow of hope
That it gets better
That it stops

It never does
Don't be fooled
Chaos longs in you
In me
In all of us

It works mysteriously
Immaculately
Inconsistently
Devouring away

It craves the first opportunity
To set aflame
All these miserable sentiments
That falsely accuse destruction
Of destroying
Dismorphing
Disconnecting
All of us

Don't be fooled
It sleeps in you
You are destruction
And I am destruction, too.