I must not destroy this place.

I am fostered with frail civility
lying safely enveloped in your comfort,
dangerously cherished,
sweating my sadness.

I will destroy this place.

Though, my heart's even at pace,
with your embrace on my face,
Raptured. Consumed.
Worries abolished.

I will destroy this place.

Destiny demands this,
my nature's folly
to run from everything
aiding and at my stupidity,
crumble.

I will destroy this place.