chaos imprisoned

Written by: Russell Smith

Cold dark and still as death
A place in my soul that I enslave
Thoughts so primitive, raw, and grave

Hold them back, never to see the light of day
For chaos would ensue

Clamoring to escape the bonds I’ve forged
Imprisoned forever in the deep

Hear them whisper in the night 
Tempting me with ecstasy
Nay say I, never to embrace
Neither the wicked nor the damned  
A price too high my soul to pay
Forever this is held at bay