Chaos abounds, I see the clowns, tempest all around.
Heal the pain, take off the chain, before I go insane!
Can I scream, at the scheme, this must be a dream?
Enough with lies, they swam like flies, but it only brings sighs.
We want it to cease, to have a release, but will that bring peace?
Chaos in my head, body like lead, soul? Dead.
Stop! Drop!
End.
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Author:
Hinnant Lang (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Many days and moments like this, yet tomorrow always exists!
Inspirational stuff, thanks for sharing
Much peace and respect
That release will always bring peace, may it be with you.
Andy
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