Chaos Imprisoned
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
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