Chaos



Drawn me in a flood
I can't feel anyway
Freeze my boiling blood
Let me slowly slip away.

I'm growing in the elements
Pick me off a tree
I'm growing very wild
Sink your teeth right into me.

The darkness...
It comes from my eyes
I'm selfish
And have cheap desires


Once, so far I had fled
Now I fall from the skies
I'm a prisoner
And in prisons I die.

Stop saving, stop saving
Stop saving my life!
I'm wicked, so wicked
But also I'm wise!

Why won't tomorrow just die
I'll find my way out of time
The bells that ring
Will no longer chime.

The picture is perfect
Inside of my mind
Black flowers bathed in moonlight
I'm building images for the blind

I'm going somewhere
Out of site
I'm taking back
what was lost in a fight!
Come with me
Together we will ignite!

Falling souls, falling leaves
The rain whips down
From the unforgiving breeze.

 If time stops now,
It will be a tragic ending
A life cut short
A wasted beginning

Contagious cabin fever
I'm touched by insanity
Unquenchable thirst
Look what you handed me!

A soul on fire
Crumbling empires
Running straight to me
From unsatisfied desires

Stick a knife in my heart
End this joyous pain
Throw me outside
And let me cool from the rain.

A fall from grace
A betraying love
A forbidden taste
All from above

Life is cold
It will catch up
I'm running from my dreams
As my nightmares erupt!

Am I a monster?
Chasing dreams away?
Creating fear and terror
A darkness in the day.

Death seems like comfort
A kind of peace from the hurt
A release of a burden
Laying flat in the dirt.

Rough around the edges
Banished for too long
This world is a court room
And I don't belong.

About this poem

I wrote this while in a mental hospital for depression.

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Written on September 04, 2023

Submitted by Angelbingham2791 on October 17, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABAB XCXC XDXE XDFG HXAD GIHI XJKJ XKXKCK XXX XHXH FCXC FECE XLXL XMXM XXXX FBFB NNXN XOXO
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,644
Words 356
Stanzas 18
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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