SILENT SCREAMS OF CHAOS
Dark are the hidden enclaves of my mind.
Stormy are the thoughts that break on crumbling walls of emotion
Unstable are the hands of fate
Precarious is the motion of thought’s consequences
Wound up am I, Strung up am I,
When Silent Screams of Chaos crowd my Conscience.
Stormy are the thoughts that break on crumbling walls of emotion
Unstable are the hands of fate
Precarious is the motion of thought’s consequences
Wound up am I, Strung up am I,
When Silent Screams of Chaos crowd my Conscience.
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