Disorder and Chaos
I -- It -- We -- They --
I was so hoping -- so hoping that I wouldn't end up at this stage. That in these past couple days it would change. This feeling, this thought that I have inside. I cannot cage it because I embrace it so. And yet, I cannot embrace it so deeply because it is so evil. But it leaves me no choice, I am consumed by it.
It never ventures far away. It recedes a bit from time to time and I become relieved in a small way/I regret that it recedes, it leaves me empty and wanting. But it comes back, changed a little, to where I hate it still, but cannot help to think it ingenious even more.
So evil, but so consuming. Cold, but comfortable. Despicable, but warm. Horrendous, but perfect.
It must be done. There is no other course.
It shall flow, an incarnadine flow.
It must be set free. That is its will. That is my will. It must be made perfect. There must be perfection. Only then can there be serenity.
I was so hoping -- so hoping that I wouldn't end up at this stage. That in these past couple days it would change. This feeling, this thought that I have inside. I cannot cage it because I embrace it so. And yet, I cannot embrace it so deeply because it is so evil. But it leaves me no choice, I am consumed by it.
It never ventures far away. It recedes a bit from time to time and I become relieved in a small way/I regret that it recedes, it leaves me empty and wanting. But it comes back, changed a little, to where I hate it still, but cannot help to think it ingenious even more.
So evil, but so consuming. Cold, but comfortable. Despicable, but warm. Horrendous, but perfect.
It must be done. There is no other course.
It shall flow, an incarnadine flow.
It must be set free. That is its will. That is my will. It must be made perfect. There must be perfection. Only then can there be serenity.