I couldn’t help myself.

Some part of me,

I couldn’t deny.

Wanted to cause chaos.

It was inevitable; truly.

I didn't have to think

before I ruined it,

I didn't even hesitate.

A morally gray,

Imperfect person.

I can't return to how it was.

after this. I know that.

Just this one; fragile chance.

But as soon as I became

Impatient,

Tired,

When I tore of the beauty 

In all,

I greeted my victim.

Cheap to its core.

All too easy to destroy

and as my hands burnt,

Touching all of its

Ironic Glory

I shook it in my hands with all of my might

Desperately looking to see my effect,

As if I was special enough.

I watched it swirl in ruin,

Pucker in despair,

And there I stood...

Content in my destruction...

Until I was not.

So I reshook-

My lava lamp.