Chaos, Intended

I knew that I would wreck it,

I did it anyhow.

I begged my soul for mercy,

and yet it would not quell.

Until the breeze had smoothed the sail,

and it did it well.

I knew that I would wreck it,

blow it all to hell.

Tear it down and tear it down

until you couldn't tell

anything ever existed here;

the remnants barely show the tale.

There was no wreck after all,

just a fatal twist,

the only thing that died,

was a person who did not exist.