Conquer the Chaos

From the queen of non-conformism comes another misadventured Thanksgiving weekend with my family... Being driven into despair, you end up hitting a dead end and need an extra push. Thanks to entrusting in a dear friend, hope is just beneath my skin right now and I'm even more excited for the future than ever! I guess getting whacked in the face full on with a belegarth spear was the introduction to destiny... This is spoken word too!

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Survival…
The bare minimum of a victory

Chaos ensues strongly as wind gusts through the subconscious
Digging a hole towards mayhem's graveyard past depression…
Along the sidewalk she goes towards hostility only wanting to escape…
But there's no treasure…

Lost along the way the shot of a bow an arrow aimlessly guides her
Needing more than will to win
Wandering worries gust through the subconscious
Like striking a snapped match
Provoking the monster buried inside softness
Holding back the dreaded waterfall that's as sharp as fire
Because all of her words are ammo for the enemy
While all she wants to do is conquer the chaos…

Getting told time and time again, "YOU SCREWED UP, MAGGOT"
Detrimental to the soul

Being reminded time and time again, "YOU DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE"
Makes it feel like "here's the team… and there's the outfield… you scurry along now"

WHY IS EVERYTHING WRONG TO YOU?
DO I EVEN BELONG TO YOU?
YOU MAKE ME LOST…
AT ALL COSTS…
JUST LIKE EXHAUST…

Basically being forced to conform
The negativity resistance runs wild
Feeling like a last resort
And only seeing business and altercations…
She hides away with fear as a shield
To yield her imperfections from shining through
While trying not to swallow poison or step through thin ice…

The one moment where you run into a dead end after delving into every direction
Only to find nothing except blank…

Placed into the lead victim role
Starring as the black sheep
Subject to scrutiny
She leaves the herd and keeps turning back
When all she's told to do is pack
And is always called a quack…

The mystery to help conquer the chaos is unfolding
Because she doesn't want to feel excommunicated from her home
Which is as painful as a steroid that causes an ulcer
While trying to douse the despair…

Then all of a sudden…
The flick
The switch
The click
Never broken and magically mended
And finding the right remedy
To show that perseverance prevails
As she returns to full strength and beyond!