I want to be swept away by a hurricane,

Caught, tangled, broken in two.

Thrown out onto a fault line,

Splitting the world in half,

Descending into your madness and Hell.

I want to go to war alone,

Making as much noise as I can.

Running through a minefield,

Equipped with only a pistol,

And a shot reserved for you.

I want to burn out, alone and cold.

Caught in contradictory parallel miseries.

Being driven completely insane,

By the memories that remain, 

And everything else you forgot.

I want a lot of things,

But what I want the most,

Is for you to give me back,

Something you never planned to take,

My peace of mind.