Dark Impulse
Chaos is moving so swiftly thru my mind,
I can't even tell what time it is anymore.
My dark impulses get the best of me,
I don't know weather to smile or cry.
Or kill with my eyes,
I don't have time to hate others,
but they have time to hate me.
I have chaos moving swiftly thru my mind,
A lot of baggage I'm trying to leave behind.
The dark impulse is simply meant to be,
Dark, impulsive, and the beautiful chaos that controls me.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2019
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