A little here to some being not,
some pieces left, for most is lost.
A chaos is stirred and smile exudes,
self turned shallow
the abyss grew.
not a thing should I ever say,
or if said it won't be true...
Which when here to when it's not
from the right to right, to rights for wrong,
wrong for right or acts for self
self in guilt to guilt in self
onto a journey which I never set
some pieces left, for most is lost,
A little is here but most is not.
It was once out
now in me it seeps,
I'm the CHAOS and chaos is ME.

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Guilt:
noun

When your side of story seeks not justification for the action.

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There's a thing about ashes
either high up sky
or soiled to earth.

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SPENT

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Riding the revs of life,
Sometimes we hit low...
forgetting tides does too.

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Everything in excess turnt black.

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Summon your feelings
& Kill them all at once

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Gusty road,
no defined terrain
Her hand to hold
& a life to lead ❤️🌍

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Stuck in my abyss,
surviving bouts for acceptance.

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For the canvas too black
yet seemingly white,
I was perceived beyond actions
& written in bits by the ink of white.
After a time, long enough
the souls put words to me
but only to stir a smile.

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