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Apr 2015
How frustrating it's become to be in love with this chaos
Swimming in its void, it's depth of sadness that drowns
A life so mysteriously wondrous wondering if I ever even had the chance to become
A capillary in an ever expanding network of its breathing apparatus
Feeding creativity into its lungs
Slowly sending venom through like a poison pill to the ear
Cause I've built this tower up to see it tumble down
I'm trying to find the meaning in this living but purpose be that it be nothing
I keep fighting and I keep feeling
I need little and I want nothing
So here i am in the jungle of madness
Keeping an eye on everyone
Cause I was the beast that called out that wolf cry
Repetitively it sung through the air
And now my teeth are stained
And their bodies tattered
Dripping of lost
Dripping of the chaos that I've become
Written by
Kenneth Fox
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