sentimental chaos

When all the life force ceases,
rhythmic heartbeats halt,
merry-go-round thoughts twirl inside your skull.
Chaos becomes comfort,
dreadery becomes reality,
bitterness becomes a black,
cold dangerous poison.
Longing for grasp,
desires continue to stir within;
that horses trample inside
voices speak but there’s no answer,
calm speaks too but no regard,
love chases, but is simply rejected.

May 30, 2008

Consciousness Explorer, Love Gifter, Dreamer and Bad Ass Facilitator of Awesome. I started BattyKitten to document my life's adventure.

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