Disassemble the pieces

As the lights begin to dim

I'll tighten my grip

I'll rip out every nerve

in your system

and push your limbs out of their sockets

The time will come

when I'll shove my hand

down your narrow, infected throat

prying your ribs apart

and rip out

what should've been mine

I'll turn your insides out

and show your true colours

Disassemble the pieces

to get to the center, the core, the root,

the problem.