Waking Chaos

Wandering in the recesses of my mind
confronting my inner child
Capturing the art of seclusion
Stealing away in solitude

Whispering thoughts hinting at death
cursing the life before
each seperate tier of id
closing each and every door

waking chaos permeates

Keeping clear the wasted end
Slowly rotting in the wasted time
flailing wildly at the prospect
of starting again.

Lost in a dream of wanton desire
searching for something to make me complete
waking up to closed doors
Staring silence in the face.