Silence encapsulates
the infinite possibility
of the unmanifested…
The Ego searching,
for recognition
in the fertile plane of thought.
Do you feed the weeds?
That crave to blossom
hunger for the lust
of continual drama…
I see you sleeping
so eratic…
your behaviour
living in denial.
Your frustrations breeding anger
as you open your minds eye
to the fleeting madness
pure destruction
Chaos echoes its haunting tune…

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