Chaos in the face of my calm feels like a breath of fresh air. That deep breath I so badly needed. Its like a calling to my soul. A gentle lullaby. A song to a lover whispered in my ears giving way to the very depths of my soul. It gives me control. It quenches my thirst like water never could. It gives me the answers I could never find at the bottom of a gin bottle or the leaves of the herb. Chaos is my peace.
What a terrible time to desire the stillness of the night when the destruction is just so beautiful.
Embers dancing around me licking at my flesh like demon claws ready to devour my very being.
My soul cries out to the flames like a babe needing sustenance. Its a need. Its a desire. It is lust. It is disturbing. And yet, magnificent.
The darkest hour of the night where everything is as it should be. There are no façades, no masks, no pretence. We are all naked as our maker intended. Bare, for all the world to see our deepest darkest desires. The destruction that lies behind our eyes, that consumes our dreams, our thoughts, our hearts, our souls.
It is glorious!
Dance little puppet. Dance. Let them see who you are behind those fancy clothes, behind those fake smiles. Let them see how black your heart truly is. Let them see YOU.
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The picture at the top belongs to Quistwm on DeviantArt
I always write these when i have a bad day. They help me express myself and alleviate some of my frustrations.
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PoetryThis is just a book where i am going to share my dark thoughts because i know that nobody knows who i am here so i will not be judged. Some of them will be triggering so if you are going through depression its probably not safe for you. Its either g...
