The utter heartbreak that is moving on and not letting their chaos enter into your own
In life we often lose touch
And it is the journey back
That matters the most.

The feud between the righteous
And the crude
The pure
And the lewd
Each aching to intrude

Chaos surrounds me
It drowns me
It grabs me by the neck
And reminds me
Of the part that it plays
In my story

I walk across the tightrope
My mind gropes for the end
As I hold on tightly to hope

I reminisce with the darkness
I understand it well
A friendship was built
An odd type of bond