Killer Chaos in the Quiet Madness

When that black lake of loneliness
suddenly turns into an endless ocean
common logic drowns rather quickly
deep in a body of salt water emotion

an internal disruption that spills over
from a wicked nightmare swell
flowing into the next night of dread
then thru the gates of a new hell

behavior becomes irrational, impulsive
sullen, aggressive, rude and reckless
all coming to the point of an epic end
where you find yourself broken and breathless

thrashing, gasping to survive the coming moment
only to find something much worse
as in the idea it was never a blessing
just a well hidden well crafted curse

clinging to whatever while looking back
as the future of two becomes a single history
there is no reward for the days of patience
unless it's the slow slide into more mystery

the realization that you've done nothing wrong
complicates the killer chaos in the quiet madness
then to forever drift and die on that black ocean
like a flushed away, worthless piece of sadness