When the sun is asleep

The nightmares begin to creep

The restraints on your soul loose

Around your neck slips the noose

Somber silence saps sanity

Giving rise to cerebral calamity

Anarchy runs rampant in the vortex of the night

Teaching you that doing unspeakable wrong is the only way to live right

Bedlam is life so go have destructive fun

But be oh so quiet, you’ll wake the sun

Too late, over the horizon comes its rays

Your soul returns, free from the haze

Bound one again to your physical form

Sanity once again is the norm

Again you have to survive a day and its pains

To see another night where chaos reigns





I breathe in chaos.
And exhale anarchy.
I bring out the coward in bravery.
And expose the lust in love.
I make a believer unsure.
I prove every saint is a sinner.
I can make a loser out of anyone whose a winner.
I’m a self-proclaimed hero turned world named villain.
What am i to do?

Poetic Ice