Chaos reveals

I was in chaos once, and boy was that a time to miss. Hate and blood clinging so thick in the air you can lick the reek of every salty, fresh wound.  

Anyone who has experienced the ecstatic explosion of pent up frustrations, the gush of hateful groundswell, must know the delightful bloodlust that it entails.

I don’t know much about anything, but one thing’s clear. When life is as cheap as a rusted machete, and a dug up hole of dirt, that is the time when all hypocrisy is revealed… 

And we all returns to beast