Willingness of Chaos

To those who befell with woe
heed this words carried by a roe
The message is not tied to the antlers
though it was the first place that you looked
Behind the seeping tree
a man cries in agony
For whom these tears are watering the grass
A being without a mask
speaking of the Mardi Gras
Seeps into the source of negativity
Therefore, gains an adjacent meaning
Welcome, it's been a while
Around these parts, you once went haywire
Not that it defines the existence
I've seen people come and go
merrily through this hotel called Gaia
And not one of them blinked
crossing the blurred line
Heading towards the light
that is coming from a structure afar
Not knowing nor caring
the identity of this object of illumination
Maybe he is the Light-bringer
Who cried a thousand cries
when he was befallen with a fate of woe
In the palace of life, where lies my roe