Act Two
Chaos
The storm intensifies as we lose our way in the heat of the moment
Emotions rage, tearing through everything familiar
But as Stephen King's Pet Sematary warns us
Sometimes dead is better
I thought nothing on leaving him on read
He just wasn't my type
I had no idea from that point I had become his sole fixation
And soon would have to fight for my life
What happens when chaos becomes the only way forward?
There's no turning back now
The only way out is through the chaos within