The wind slices through my hair,
     like a knife through butter,

My skin embraces the feeling,
     like the warmth of a mother.

My fingers slowly graze the grass I stand upon,
     then suddenly tighten as I gasp for air.

My eyes stare blankly into the sky,
     as my lungs begin to tear.

They fill quickly with dust and small rocks,
     making it impossible to breathe.

My legs are weak and shake forcefully,
     I am summoned on to my knee's.

I willingly open my arms wide,
     accepting the future ahead of me.

As my skin disintegrates I'm released,
     my soul has finally become free.

Chaos fills my surroundings,
     with screams from the innocent.

The world is crumbling quickly,
     the situation arising causes content.

I have been absorbed into the chaos,
     I have become a fear.

I am what haunts you as you plead,
     your love to those who are dear.

You perceive this to be a disaster,
     yet to me it is a master piece of art.

The chaos will not end,
     until I have absorbed your heart.