I like the chaos, dear friend,
The way the screams echo,
And stretch out so that they never end in your head.
I like the way the dial of emotions starts spinning, and the poisons start winning, and soon you might start grinning.
When there's silence, you always know, it's your heart that ceases to go, and the tick tock of time is a no show.
Let there be hisses and sparks, as fire reaches to tear us apart, and the sounds a invisible work of art.
I like the cacophony, the simple ceremony, that makes your eyes open to the symphony,
The thunder crack, to say troubles back, you need to not slack, and that you shall never lack,
The feeling of adventure at its sweetest, wildest point.