My chaos feels so in place,
As though I'm going insane on a given pace.
My blood rushes and boils with no control,
I feel nothing inside but heat and an empty soul.

I shiver as my thoughts wander away.
I can not speak that of good...
I question what this portrays.

Dellusional?
Could it be?
I have been so sure who I have turned out to be.
Not this. Not this.
I can overcome this rage.
This time I have. I am surely not yet insane.

I can control my rush and fill my soul.
Decrease the evil that digged a hole.
I use my strength and ease my pain.
I feel heavier, full and less of hate.

In moments my blood calms it's waves.
My thoughts are clear.
I feel no more pace.
My weakness is far behind...
My strength is stronger.
I have a normal mind.