Chaos is the place you end up when your dreams die.

I should feel happy

but all I feel is pain

inside of me.

My soul is crying for help

but nobody is listening

when I’m trying to reach out.

Other souls come for help

but never give aid back.

I’m the source of energy

everybody is using it

but nobody is paying for it.

Every time I open up myself

to a new soul

I get hurt

right into my heart.

Stabbing, burning, cutting pain

that feels like flames

setting my lungs on fire.

The smoke leaves my mouth

like a chimney of a forest cabin.

I can’t breathe but

I’m enjoying it.

I look at my ID

but can’t identify with it.

Stranger.

Who are you?

I thought I found myself

in the Canadian woods.

a happy soul was born.

Lost again in the chaos

that came around

holding hands with the devil.

Chaos is the place you end up

when your dreams die.

Is living a life worth it

without dreams?

Or is it just a place

where dead souls are

stealing each other’s energy tanks?

Nothing left

but hope.

Order where are you?

A soul is seeking your support

to get back on track

to finding himself again.

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