Chaos Generator18 Oct
Let it unravel
Let it all down
Time to pop that bubble
Life’s a mental playground
Closemouthed Screams
Chronic extremes
Say what you want
It’s not as it seems
Spreading like a disease
Without a cure
Forever tumultuous
Though it has it’s allure
No one knows the answers
No one can explain
When you try to suppress
Why it still remains
Must I fear it?
Or embrace it?
Will it consume me?
Or will I consume it?
When I judge too harshly
Consider that I am mirroring
The aching of my own breast
As I fall to my knees
In resignation
~Freya Moon
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