Implosion

I've got the curer's disease
Of everyone and every broken thing
And I see how we mistook
Everything You were

Evil is no antonym to me
In creation, it's the absence
That shadows over the heart
And surely kills everyone around

Disaster, disaster
I'm a catastrophe
Of proportions so wide
As these arms have stretched

Pleading is me, and I pray
For white walls be torn
And memoirs to fill it's skies
Leave and scream with broken lungs