Chaotic stuff

The darkness...
Slices of silence,
In the sea of violance,
Flames of rage,
The words crawling off the page,
Filled with helpless rage,
Breaking out of the cage,
The begining of a new age.

Writing...
Then reading the words,
Trying to see how it works,
To figure out the system,
The demons, of the item,
I call my mind.
The world is blind,
Maybe the word is too kind,
The world is super blind.
Not like I'm not from their kind.

How to kill them?
Is there really no way to end em?
Why?
The infinitely repeated question,
With out answer,
Deadly as cancer.

They blame me,
For the failur of god,
He did this, not me,
Or is it them?
Where is the evil one?
Is it the devil? or is it god?
Maybe they are both
From the same womb,
The human mind.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[sereenaoutloud]

I love how you start this the first 3 opening lines completely draw you in and capture you attention.
The flow of the whole piece is superb...

The last stanza Maybe they are both from the same womb the human kind!
Totally evokes so much emotion and questions to me.
Brilliant write Ethan! :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

That was the point... Lol. Thank you :)

[sereenaoutloud]

and it worked ... superbly :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Thanks :) :) :) :)

[A writer]

More chaos... More power. I like this one, and have a strange feeling about this one. But I like it.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Thank you :)

[A writer]

YOU are ALWAYS welcome :-)