CHAOS
Let it go as ashes carried by cold.
Let it be a summers heat.
Let it drift into beyond as old.
Let it accept it’s defeat.
Infused with intense
Touch the consuming destiny, destabilizing reality with remorse, to see the darkness in full light.
What of these things, empty flesh and blood, to merit reasons of recourse to return from astray.
Vouch for me blooming agony, tranquilizing superficiality, I’m off course, measure me in steadfastness without blight.
What of any thing, scarring flesh then thud, can bare it: the seasons of coarse that burn every day.
Burns quickly,
Deaths near.
Sleep forever.
Noever fear.
Ending endeavors.
Peace.
It will be ok buddy. And I mean that. Hold on friend.
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