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  Aug 2014 Sense of Chaos
Lee Banks
She writes like the grim reaper
About pain, loss and tortured souls
Yet she has the sweetest smile
That could make a broken man whole

She writes about the lonely girl
Who cries for her broken heart
She says she's never been in love
For her, lying seems like an art

She has a quirky sense of humour
Her laugh is a sweet melody
She write about being lost and alone
Shes always surrounded by family

She writes about the child that cries
While his parents fight downstairs
She's lives such a happy life
With no sign of pain and despair

Sometimes when she speaks to me,
She seems so young and naive
Her poems carry such soul and depth
That they came from her is hard to believe

How can she understand my darkness
If she's never felt pain or desolation?
Why do her words ring true to me
When I know it's just her imagination?  

Her sad rhymes always make me cry
I just can't figure her out
Is there some sorrow that she hides deep?
Or does she just twist her words around?
Sense of Chaos Aug 2014
Death before dishonor, blood before tears, incapacitation before submission,
Bite your way past the blows to the heart, search within yourself for that fury ignition.
Wrath stains your gut with an acidic feel, but sorrow leaves your heart defenseless,
Scream a scream, pain makes you strong, love leaves you senseless.
Put on the face of warriors, breath deep, get ready,
Run fast and fight hard, never let them catch you unsteady.
Feel each vein light on fire, each muscle ache with strength, don't ever stop,
Push and push until you can no longer stand, continue until you are on top.
No soft feeling of affection could ever compete with this raw power,
Hold fast, for you cannot ever cower.
2009
Sense of Chaos Aug 2014
So, go ahead and shoot me, shoot me right in the brain,
Maybe that's what it takes, takes to become sane.
When I look into the eyes of myself, all I see is waste,
I feel my stomach clench and my tongue is covered in an acidic taste.
Tears fall but they're only felt, not seen,
How hard I try to hide, hide this beast within my being.
2010

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