Where the godless fear to tread.
That’s where I keep my heart these days,
Or at least my head,
Where no light gets in.
Where tumble down is a stasis
And chaos gives way to a stillness of the mind,
Havoc comforts
Inside the arms of madness.
Quiet calamity
Breaking softly at the
Foot of a vacuum
The breast of heart ache
The mouth of hungry anguish.
It chomps at the bit,
Waiting for the sound of the starting gun,
Waiting
Like my anger
Hallow and fierce
Standing in line
Emotional cannon fodder.
Blast a gaping hole through my psyche
Let me crawl through myself.
To walk in a straight line
Towards victory,
Or vendetta,
Or simply peace.
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