This is the Manifesto of Mayhem

The Mistress stands before me
Eyes wide and full of wrath
Her cane held in her right hand
On her left foot, a cast

Beware, she says
The chaos in your heart will never cease
Until you find another way to harness what you seek

Her haunting tone
Her restless speech
The music of her mouth
Her screeching nails and inner life are like a storm: They're loud

At once, in all her glory then, we both begin to dance
My head rolls back, my chest explodes
My hand begins to cramp
To not know any peace is the great nightmare for us all
To wake and feel unsettled in a house that has no walls

So I must sing and build the walls to cradle my own space
And my own sound will grow the fortress of a home erased
And her and I, will find a way to live as dueling twins
But I will know, if in the end
Mistress of Mayhem wins