you are both the chaos and the calm
one can never exists without the other
inseparable, never alone
plagued by sadness, high by the
neutrality of your own totality
you are made of contradicting elements
you embody the good and the evil,
the hideous and the beauty
you are a work of art—
abstract and concrete
the world will bend on its knees
for you have the power to destroy
or lull it to a deep sleep
you are the deity, you are the devil
your two sides craving ultraviolence
all at the same time
your purpose has no definition,
only your will can triumph
and universe, i beg mercy, for it drew a
fine line between your chaos
and your calm
YOU ARE READING
Petrify
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for all those days I felt petrified by this world's never-ending bullshit.
