Scorn

by beapolkadot   Dec 23, 2011


I am the Catalyst
earthquake at my step
cities crumble in my path
lives built up only to be destroyed
I am the Catalyst
the floor pouring out a soft worn face
washing away the remnants
of all my former happiness
I am the Catalyst
a natural disaster
of infatuation blown out of proportion
a simple crush = wide-scale madness
I am the Catalyst
of the destruction of you all
but I promise
I'm an unwilling catalyst.

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