A sinners’ chaos

She lives in the middle of a sinners’ chaos

Overflowing with an emptiness, self-inflicted pain, and the pain she caused

Anxiety grips her like an abusive lover pounding toward her death

Suffocating the woman inside as she take one more dreadful breath

Bottled up inside or inside lies the contents of this bottle. Isn’t it the same?

Liquid or solid it doesn’t matter these demons call her by name

The voices of fear intertwined with a smile causing a chaos inside

It does not go away but let it be known she try

There’s a yearning that permeates her heart but the overwhelming guilt kills her as she dream

Her lifeless body grounded in the wake while quickly tears travel downstream

Wandering aimlessly living without a cure for her illness

She would do anything for her chaos to calm into a peaceful stillness

So she keeps pretending to be “normal” as they say

In the midst of her chaos a sinner died today