Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine

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 Poetry 


My heart is breaking

Over what, I'm unsure

My heart is ever-aching

Life is like a chore 


I have pain in my eyes 

And music in my soul

It may come as a surprise

I’m getting very old


Chaos is a friend of mine

That is my best bet

Holy towers of ketamine

Drown me til I’m wet


Pain is all too commonplace, they’ve all said it before

I went to some kind of place, of that I can’t ignore

While my eyes well up like gusting wind and my soul twists and shouts,

I’m not one to say the truth that no one hears about


Life is all too short, I’m aging everyday

And yet I can’t wait for the very end of today


Why are love and grieving 

Complete opposites y’know,

Better be giving than receiving

Life’s a stage, a show


So I’ll say my goodbyes now, farewell my faraway friend

Take comfort knowing that 

This isn’t the end.

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