Choas

In my beloved heart,

everything is falling,

everthing is crunching,

down in a spiral,

the body is stronger than the control,

palaces are trembling,

ideas in doubts,

solutions no where to be seen,

and chaos reigns supreme.

But only one things still last,

envolued in flames,

half burnt,

half under the smokes,

but still tall to its feet,

love stay still in this war.

Nothing seems more chaotic,

a life that I tought have regaigned,

in pecies with a past forgotten,

but as love will drive me on,

I will pass over this mountain,

as this is the last great battle,

the 1121st,

and shall my destiny be realised,

or my life being destroyed even more.