There Was Chaos [Dark Poem]

There was chaos born delightful

Into broken glass on shelves.

Frozen, humid, dark and frightful…

Colorless rainbows themselves.

Speak no evil, hear no less

Burnt in corners, shadows cry

Be the voice of the regress

Cough up fog and melt the sky.

Cogs and wheels and rusty blades.

Neons, cans and garbage bags.

You, yourself – the ace of spades

When you hurt – the sickness spreads.

Raindrops falling in abyss…

When you suffer, when you die.

Non-existentialist dismiss

There was chaos in goodbye.



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