Winged in the chaos am I,

The roots of enchant broke;

Stayed the distress in my soul,

Finding nowhere to go;

Is it the past that’s cursing you,

Confused my mind spoke;

Questions are not now to answer,

You have the heart to invoke;

Riddled are my inside thoughts,

Pain flows like a smoke;

Shattered are the fantasies,

Leaving the brain’s cloak;

Solace is the treasure only some find,                        

Insane I ate berries of scoke.

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