Rave

[Ozymandias]

I scream

I cry

I shout I fight

I want to take you in my arms

I'll kill everything that hurts

I'll make the pain go away

draw blade draw sword draw breath

we fight

I fight you fight

I fear that after death

I talk I laugh

I see I look away

stones cry and dead pray

one against one hundred

three thousand to one million

justice is stronger

truth so much bigger

I am so very small

we drop like flies you and I

dust blown away in the wind

of the oncoming train

I scream

You scream

They're dying everywhere

they can't see it

and don't care

smile on the outside

dessicant in the middle

it has to stop

we're better

this is bigger

there is more to life than this

I can cut

I can sweep

I sleep occasionally

the madness must end

will

not by my hand

scream

cry scream

try

[darklingbird]

This is an interesting composition of Chaos. The structure and the pace both illustrate it... and to think so many poems are composed with the desire or intention of Order, that thought alone makes me appreciate this. But it's not only that thought/concept that makes me enjoy it.