Inside the Beautiful Chaos

Oh beautiful chaos…
How do you reign from your void?
Your chasm?
You are the formless matter.
The unfeeling presence.
Forever there, waiting on my shoulders.
Even as...
I walk out the front door,
Remembering not to slam it.
The chaos is there,
Fearing that I might wake up
Those who scream, and curse
At my existence.
I walk out the front door,
Remembering not to slam it.
This is the moment,
Where my heart stops.
I listen.
Nothing but silence…
And the loud chaos.
I walk down the faded white stairs.
And look up into the vibrant silver stars.
The chaos…reflecting their glitter.
The black sky turns blue around them,
As the blue sky turns black.
A fingernail of a moon, hanging,
Oddly placed, so awkwardly sitting.
It shines upon me, and I feel
The chaos within.
My formless matter.
My hate, my anger.
Look what you’ve done, chaos.
You have stripped me away.
I hold up my hands and see not skin,
But empty space, where skin once was.
Slowly, I am fading.
Fading into formless matter.
The chaos takes control.
And you become the chaos.





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