You flooded my mind, and set my soul on fire.

I should be drowning, but instead, I’m being taken higher.

To my cigarette, you were my lighter.

You were the umpire to my empire,

And therein lies the problem. Now here comes the rapture.

I thought you were my freedom but instead you were my captor.

Now here I lay captured, wrapped in your chains, but luckily now I’m headed towards free reign.

I cried and cried in the shower wishing for the storm to stop but now I gladly stand in and embrace the rain,

I’m completely unmasked and I let go of my feign.

I refuse to let your toxicity run through my veins.

You killed me but thankfully there’s a second coming,

That lines up with everything I was supposed to be becoming

One that’s filled with joy, peace and love,

The type that could only come from up above.

So now, I’ll sit back and enjoy the survival of the rapture,

Because at the end of it all… You were my beautiful disaster.