The Chaos Within

It's burning,
It's stirring,
The abyss is stirring,
The dark void is coming closer,
Reeks of death soon to come brewing inside.
It's churning,
Like a whirlwind mess,
A tornado came and still remaining,
Stay and let it run its course,
No stopping,
Keep moving,
Hide and rest now;
Let it tear me a part and scatter me around.
It's brewing,
The cauldron is mixing me in,
It's stirring,
Don't take me in,
I don't want to break under this stress.
It's too late,
Now I'm no longer here.
Where am I?
Come find me among the remains.