The Angel Of Chaos-Exult 1 Poem by John Paul Ang

A soul bound to hatred,
Destined to be ill-fated.
Yet his heart struggles on,
Though his world was long gone.

His head, filled with confusion,
Cascading memories of delusion.
He became the antithesis of the former self,
Ever tired and weary but never cried for help.

Drunk with thoughts of happiness,
Yet he is drowning in loneliness.
A young and verdant soul,
Dancing on the edge of a deep hole.

Seeking solace in death,
All was lost on a single bet.
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Break from the bonds of truth, a new lie to chose.

The angel of chaos has risen,
To rewrite what was not written.
To Undo what was not done,
To retrieve what had been long gone.