Chaos

My anger and pain cried vulnerable soft rapid tears, My unexpressed love will end the grief of the dark cruelty, For my self I touched that pain of shame, My extraordinary fire and desire wouldn't calm the nerve of might But soft changes cloud the patiently longest reward Still going strong as colors cause chaos Havoc keeps rearing its great turmoil Just like the blood that flows thick as red I had a dark figured phantom next to my bed, I’m also known for lyrical disaster, Mind of a weird shadowed Kahn master, Now to introduce the modern day poem The Pope laid to rest, as his spirit remains in Rome, Thinking and sitting locked up at home, No friends of the real, all bogus as fake, Havoc is coming for goodness sake!