When It All Comes Crashing Down

I'm a mess
And as you read that sentence
Let it percolate
Let it reside in your skull and ferment
Until it begins to rot
Like my conscience
Rotten to the very core
Like the apple that spoiled the bunch
Rotting beneath the earth
Hidden under seashells and sandcastles
To give the ground above more appeal
It's love at first sight
Second glances provide second chances
For you to back out while you still can
But you'll stick around
The only thing more exciting than the self-destruct
Is witnessing it