Chaotic Reigieme

After a slight panic attack, I wrote this to calm down. Voicing all fears and woes until I met tranquillity.

Doing something doing nothing and it pushes me down.

Supporting something yet its nothing and it weighs me down.

There's no escape no egress from this pit of infernal pain.

No way to rid myself of these searing chains.

Weight feels abundant, yet nothing is ever seen.

Constant growing pressure, yet no one to relieve, me.

Fear and pain in a cycle of stress.

Everything amounts to nothing in this world of distress.

All you do seems futile, as not a single thing is done.

Constant ambitions, yet ever incomplete.

Why oh why you may just ask again?

Why oh why must this world hate on our rend?

Why oh why must nothing be complete?

Why oh why will everything break?

In a cycle of nothing, the world seems to die.

Everything amounts to zero, in the face of our lies.

Even in the face of this entire reality,

no one may ever just go to hope to see.

Nothing and everything in a constant cycle,

Ambition to fight and stress to recycle.

Without an escape there is no hope of joy

In the end there is blackness, nothing left to destroy.

As time rambles forward, with never an escape.

There is this constant, ever pressing weight.

To leave a final mark, on a infinite page of white.

Forgotten to time, lost in all writes.

Why even attempt to break from this cycle?

Why would I hope, to make my name final?

What could one do, to even matter once?

When in the end, there is nothing.

Monotony and tragedy in a ballad of the stars,

No hope of nothing, in fated boulevards.

Even as we struggle, against this binding world

Nothing ever comes from this struggling whirl.

Darkness and light, conscience and pity,

fear and hope, ambition and tragedy.

Bleakness, unending.

Rhymes without reason, in hope to forget,

struggle for everything, with one final bet,

with one final bet, with one final bet,

there is no end, to this final bet.

Struggle and strive for a hope with no end,

constant ambitions without realities send,

there is no reason, for all of this pain,

Yet still I struggle, with no end to this game.

Reprise yourself, and let wind with the air

forget your worries, let hope no longer scare.

Why even threat, if it doesn't even matter?

Let yourself go, and relax on forever.

Breath a sigh of relief, as you voice all your woes.

Why do we exist, if only to go back to the snows?

Icy dominion, and the fires of passion,

all rise to the winds, in constant succession.

Holy divine, and demons below,

sing in harmony, and chaotic flow.

Rhyme and verse, return to their original rhythms.

Let fate play its course, lets stress flow below them.

Even if the world may be a lie,

with no hope of ever reaching the sky.

You can still escape to that world,

in the land of clouds, beyond the veiled brow.

Explosions of glory, to which may excite!

Bang and boom, in illusionary delight!

Loose yourself to the land of the dead.

Why even live, when you can thrive instead?

Breath, and feel.

The air as it flows.

Take a sigh of relief.

Exhale all woes.

Indulge in your sins,

relieve yourself of those debts,

set your self free to the sky,

and live to forget.

Symbolic heavens of angelic light,

call forth an order, of boring delight.

The pain and the suffering, call true to home,

never once more, may the lights blade hone.

Leave this world to unconscious,

embrace the night,

let this lantern guide you,

to an eternal midnight.

Beyond the veil, and into your dreams,

Explore a world, beyond those weighted reams.

Let yourself fly high above,

Escape a world of hated love,

Why would they think they are kind?

What world do they think they'll find?

High above that distant void,

There's a fear of light's destroyed.

Nothing they say does make sense.

Why listen when they'll repent?

Just let go and fly away,

Fall asleep and there you'll lay.