• Chaos is abundant in all things
    her agile words tear through the calm.

    You find peaceful tranquility there in her arms
    yet away, you’d rather have to tear you arms off
    than be in her’s again.

    Like a drug addict attempting to find their fix
    you search all corners for just a speck of what was.

    Melancholy lullabies whisper in your ear
    make you do things never imagined.

    The chaos brings you to the highest places
    and forces you to find your lowest lows.

    The never ending cycle flows through what
    should be your world.

    Only the rock, that is her, interrupts what
    should be perfect