You are everything, as well as agony
A mirror and taste of my own medicine
My hearts thirsty for chaos in spite of me
Leading me down roads I’m sure I’ve been
Choosing to play a game that hurts so delicious
Feels good but suspicious
Are you driving this train or am I?
Shall I stop these thoughts now or let them fly?
Are they the wings of serenity or chains of insanity
Will they lead me out of this blissful haze to safety
Or is it self inflicted to drop me to the grounds mercy
What is the truest conclusion to go by?
Maybe there are no conclusions when the story’s beginning is barely written
Projecting my trauma on your chest like a theatre screen
Running through each frame more irrational than the next
Each reel you become a little less visible
And I cry into my popcorn
I am an unstoppable force of nature
A goddess through and through
And I only want to be everything to those who don’t see it
And maybe she’s just a little bit more your everything, maybe the agony too
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"thirsty for chaos" YES! I have subscribed on the the strength of this alone and am looking forward to more!