Where does one go
when the red blood of life, of love,
turns to the blue blood of hate.
The cold, dead, hands of Chaos
ripping away my mind,
fracturing my peace.
No longer teathered to sanity,
adrift in the miasma.
Who am I?
Who are you?
What are we?
Endless questions
spinning through the mental chasm.
Seeking,
always seeking,
never satisfied.
Do I deserve contentment?
Do I have anything to offer in return?
The cold, dead, hands of Chaos
gripping my throat,
choking my cries,
silencing my anguish.
The blue blood of hate
consuming my heart.
Where do I turn?
Who can help?
A voice of reason in the darkness...
"Go away!" Screams the Chaos.
"You have no place here!"
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