Before sleep, slumber, before rest
Before numbered pasture sheep
Chaos signed and addressed,
To my mind.
Kaleidescope of creativity
Chaotic,
Perpetually different in relativity,
Unique and indifferent to my nativity
Here in this moment's captivity
I showcase the depths of my ability
Peering up into my divinity
Breaching the border
The border,
That separates me from complete ingenuity.
Growing and nurturing into maturity
Beacon of light shadowed in obscuity
Just slowly lingering aptly
The whispers, and the words
The murmur,
10 voices all in one in my head
And one in all do we continue exisiting
Forging the living
Exocising the dead
They, they deserve
They, they desire
Desire.
Alas ignites my new nerve to inspire
Imagine all the halftruths to retire
Burning in fire,
This is their funeral pyre.
Somewhere
Between the deafening silence
And the time I finally fall asleep
This chaos, this disorder
Violet, discreet
Relentless as it reaps.
Sows seeds.
Seeds that in linear time will seep
Into the soil of my mind gaping chasm so deep
With tools to fight in the dark we defeat
The Lawful Evil,
From whom we'll never retreat.
This chaos, this disorder
Will end it, it will be over
Over…and over again
Till we find order.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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