disrupted
everytime you think you built it
everything just collapses
there you start reminiscing
second comes the blaming
judges of your conscience
follow next to your sadness
totally lost in an unknown river
trying to keep your head out of the water
it shall finally come to pass
it shall either go through you
you shall go through it
there is no turning back
at some point it doesn't matter
if you are still alive when it comes
it would still have killed a part of you
consider yourself lucky then
usually there aren't any survivors.