chaos

 
the specter smiles
a little chaos in the knowledge
spikes the pain with understanding
it hurts to be this human

I linger over the blue of it all
perhaps too much
but it keeps me sane getting in touch with my truths

in the grey rooms of my misfit conceptions
my happy days shine all the more brightly for my sadness
maybe even a catalyst for the pleasure

darkness coverts on my periphery
I envy its honesty
bleak but content in its confines
it has no aspirations of greatness
it is satisfied in its black maze

I seek to ascend
but I wonder is it meant to be
for a soul like mine
to reach the heavens