Anarchy is my rival
I am trying to learn peacefulness
In an environment of anarchy.
The irony in this situation
Is almost fitting
As I am trying to educate myself, as restless soul,
In the art of serenity.
Anarchy is a constant noise.
It gives us manic desire
To do anything, everything,
That does not conform in any way
With the world of tranquillity.
Chaos whispers in my ear
Almost sinful temptations that echo.
Trying to reel my in as an object
Ready to rebel.
They have reeled in the wrong creature
If that is the image I am to represent.
My body rids itself of madness to learn.
It escapes from the pores of my skin,
Dragging itself by its disgustingly dirty nails,
To escape from the serenity it rivals.
I am hollow.