unraveling of me
spinning unwoven into chaos
it is the end of me

a degradation ritual
spinning off into madness

a sundering 
an unheard cry
of the frayed newly born edge

the edges that bleed into chaos
there madness awaits

the unhappy reveling
of the unraveling of me
spinning into the dark

a loosing of self
a sundered identity

self lost to the wild tides
pitching past the fraying edge
there is no stopping this

giddy with the brokenness
insane laughter escapes me

but the joy of this brokenness
is swiftly lost to the pain
and swallowed by the wild threads

of what once was me.