Chaos

Roses, aren't they look so pretty?

Glorifying the meaning, smell, colours

We all like roses when they are fresh.

Do you like thorns?

When they pierce deeply under the skin.

But if you are picking roses,

You are picking thorns as well.

Then, they start do fade away.

Become memories.

And then nothing.

I peaked out, it was a sunny day.

nature was singing and breathing,

kids were playing carefree,

adults persuing their goals,

they all look happy, fuifilled,

with meaning...

All I saw was shining bright light

blinded me,to strong, hurting my eyes.

To exposed to the darkness,

to the lies, drama and the pain,

I see the world differently when reawake from illusion I create,

Reality hits me like a speeding train.

Please quiet! No...

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My thoughts all alone,

misery can play in creative forms.

Delusion of changes

trying, failling,

they are too weak to hold chains for too long.

Feeling numb but I still feel desperate too

I need a solution,

but frst I need a break.

Isolation frorn the world.

Escape from my mind!

One huge X crossing the beautful song!

One huge X destroying a wonderfull art!

That one X is always holding a strings...

Please quiet! No...

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negativity, positivity shifting around,

mess in chaos,

I am confused

mental break down.

then the circle starts again!

Hold the longing for the change,

who said,

it will be better if different?

Please quiet! No...

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Mask, there are all sorts of them,

we all have one,

The first thing we learn to create in this life!

Sometimes beneath, the devil is hidden

Sometimes beneath, happiness is bitter!

For me,

the view from the mask is more painful.

It wasnt me.

All you can see is the painted smile,

1 let it be, only to ones who see

real me,

they bear, same scars,

same destiny

and reality.

Please quiet! No...

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What to do?

How to react?

To chaos of reality.

Please quiet! No...

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Family, something you don't choose,

but they are like leeches in your life

you trust them,

they will help, like you helped them!

Diseases and deaths all around,

everything's falling apart

I want to help,

but I am rebel for them.

My mind is falling apart,

but I am the one who connects.

If I do, I will leave a huge mess.

Please quiet! No...

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Chaos, oy chaos.

That pertect descrption

Of this world.

"they think I am winning

oh, how far I've gone!"

Everything is too noisy, go away.

I feel trapped, there is no exit.

The heart is racing,

while you dancing around,

to fast. "I cannot!"

Claustrophobic, I have to take a breath.

Deep breaths.

Miror showing me a lies,

My reflection muititude and got me haunted.

Each of them has a story to tell, but they scream.

Happiness, hype, sorrow, desperation, hopes, dreams, cahaos, ups and downs, failures, a mess.

A lot of dirt,

corrupted by the destiny they share.

I am stll fighting distorted shadows of them, "constantly!"

I wil never give up on the concept of surviving.

I do realase the reality is not fond of victory.

In the end, everything is dying.

Please quiet! No...