Chaos
The singing of the birds,
the music of the river,
the whistles of the leaves,
they calm the demon inside me.
It's silent.
I can hear my thoughts
singing in perfect harmony.
My mind dancing in perfect rhythm.
It is all too peaceful.
A creature of darkness
in a forest of light.
I drift among the wind,
hoping this is never ending dream.
I lift from the ground
forming a mountain
high enough
to reach the gods.
A creation of a new peace
is all I seek.
They curse my words,
they are deaf when I speak,
they are blinded by their own fear.
All they see is
a monster
of pure darkness.
An evil at hand.
I can carry out
my rage on innocent lives
but
there will be no satisfaction.
They live on what is
good and bad,
light and dark,
pure and corrupt.
We are divided,
we are categorized,
and I will always lose.