Chaotic Imbalance

Tis dream that mind twists to disadvantage For thought itself is not for the damned coy. My being is amassed for the butcher For whom theory constructs but to destroy. What shall happen to those with toxic souls? That dance around the carcass of the pure. Damn those swine in all their mocked advancement For they are but blind to what they procure. Oh God, give me back my normality For they stare and wonder what's in my head Yet so chaotic are my thoughts sited For one tear carries all the sense I shed. There is escape to my reality And it is to let this breath be my last And maybe in heaven find me my peace For hellish madness now is but my past. Alas, I cannot, for bound hell is I And there, my thoughts sure torment me still. So, for now, I must endure my prison Till the Lord, at last, extends His good will.If you notice, every line is ten syllables long! Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 01:40 AM PST   0 • 1