When I leave, 
there will be no warnings.

There will be no calm before the storm.


Had you truly known me, 

you would have known that I have always
remained true to my chaos.


It has always been silent.


And someday when I am gone,

in the dead of the night,
dreams of me will haunt you,

and you will lay awake, 

wondering where I went

or if I will ever return,

and that will be your undoing.


I will give you no answers, nor peace,
the same way I gave you my heart

and had to take it back in pieces.