Chaos, I’m so tired of you
Can’t you see that I’m pushing through?
Erratic, static, with traces of being simplistic… Rather emotive
Never ceased to be competitive
Waltz in a minor key, music, romance and you… Dance with me!
It’s so easy to be obsessive, the complex reflex of the possessive
Colorful tree… It’s leaves falling down as I see
Such a distorted mind, such a peaceful chance to be aggressive
Oh! Chaos! Tattooed in my soul
The quintessence of my mortality
Erupting and losing control
Embracing gladly my simplicity…