I wish to break 

To crack the foundation upon which we stand 

Fall

Crumble 

Wither away 

I will to cease 

This beating heart of mine 

Like the quiet after the storm 

And when the pieces tremble 

Drifting as they may 

Scattering in the wind 

Then I hope you will stay 

In this place

Shaken by greed of wanting

Where you can rest your weary bones

Shake

Tremble

Fold this aching heart

Into a cumbersome mess