My Chaos

Thoughts of my utter madness are flying...
while knots start stuttering as I am dying!

Losing control of what's left of my mind,
while cruising with the depth of all time!

Will I ever get rid of these overpowering thoughts...
or even feel fit to shove the towering plots?

Could I be insane or just fairly plain...
would you see my rein or only my fame?

So many faces trying to prevail,
but only disgraces of crying will sail!