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Thy chaos is thy home
Behold this is the nightmare
And life's not as it seems
A never ending mindfuck
On a bed of shattered dreams
Like a beat of broken rythm
To hard to play along
Like the poets dieing sonnet
Interpreted in wrong
And as the ground I stand on
Soon functions as a grave
So will words of solace
Be fashioned as a blade
To cut the throat of laughter
To slice it to the bone
To end this in disaster
Thy chaos is thy home
And life's not as it seems
A never ending mindfuck
On a bed of shattered dreams
Like a beat of broken rythm
To hard to play along
Like the poets dieing sonnet
Interpreted in wrong
And as the ground I stand on
Soon functions as a grave
So will words of solace
Be fashioned as a blade
To cut the throat of laughter
To slice it to the bone
To end this in disaster
Thy chaos is thy home
Published 7th Jan 2012
| Edited 9th Mar 2013
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7th Jan 2012 1:24am
dig it! some bumps along the way but the road was worth taking.. pave the way n i will continue to wonder
7th Jan 2012 1:39am
this is a good poem about how life can be so harsh and yet we get so use to it that it seems normal. I enjoyed it.
