The Memories of Chaos

They drown me,
Submerge me,
In this world of pain.
A life all it's own,
It takes form,
Dreams of schemes of a better life.
The Memories of Chaos.

It isn't definitive,
The passion in the pain,
The toil in the torment,
The Young Hearts' Bleeding.
Bleeding Black Blood,
Bleeding White Blood,
The Memories of Chaos.

I sink and spin,
In the tar of the Lost,
Struggling to Scale the wall of Hope,
It's definitive,
Clearly defined,
And drawn in between the Lines...
The Memories of Chaos.

5/16/07