The madness seeped from the pores of my soul
I saw the hammer flung high above my head
The roof seemed to cave in even as we ran
Was it a storm, a fire, a tornado, the wind?
No it was the undone feeling of falling
not in love, not in like, not into the hate
distraught by the world above and rage
empty and tasteless rage of society
pained with the fortress of eternity
I saw the world fly by, over her head
