My life is confusion.
My life is confusion. My story is sadness.
My life is confusion. My story is sadness. My situation is still.
Madness is ever evolving, ever changing, ever creating more and more.
Mania lives inside hysteria inside delusions of my own inside me.
Chaos is my atmosphere.
Complete and incomplete is every way.
Anguish is my soul in its tears of misery raining down upon me in constant, endless fire.
Grief is not a word for when I cry it is more than simply agony of the heart.
It is despair of the soul.
Lamentation in life, in love, in all.
I cannot see.
Cannot touch, only feel.
I float in Stillwater, unmoving and uncertain of all around me.
Chaos no longer holds my reigns, in the halcyon water.
Sorrow is not my master as it cleanses my soul.
Each second under.
Each second so still.
Free from pain, free from desolation.
Until the water brings me back again.