Chaos comes in many forms:

the ones we love are the ones we scorn.

Our hearts and minds are at war,

our bodies are leaden, but our spirits sour.

Like a diamond, we sparkle and shine,

but we always lose ourselves to time.

Life is a very limited thing,

yet it's an endless circle, and unbroken ring.

We're warm, we're cold; we shiver, we sweat,

but we have not succumbed yet

to the things that try to bring us down,

though we wear our troubles like a gown.

The silent sky is our respite

as we take comfort in the dark of night,

but even the blackness cannot stay,

for it is eaten alive by the light of day.