Choas out of control.
Choas with no role.
Streming and turning
Spining in circles.
The fire burns me
Though I do not flintch
The fire burns me
Though I do not get scortched
Choas ensues and overwhelms.
Choas consumes the mind
Way over the top.
Way over what one can handle
Mysterious dreams Occur
The nightmares are not endured
Sleeping restlessly at night
I hear you call my name at my side.
Turn to look you are not there.
Look a frail soul consumed thoughts
Of the Choatic state of being.
One thought too much.
One once of Choas to this choatic mind
spin out of control in this time.
not sure what to do not sure who to talk to.
really not sure what can be done.
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Really good chaotic almost
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This is very good Fizzy.
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