I barely have words to describe what I'm feeling.
It's understatement figuratively calling it as a storm or war.
Perhaps this is what people call chaotic.
Though, in deepest despair and depravity.
I'm an empty vessel with warm and pretentious skin.
I've been in an edge after another.
Kept falling yet was able to catch on.
Like dying multiple times to be awaken by another pain.
Bundle of threads which keeps life within.
Let everything be burned down,
I'll cut the last string.