Sometimes i just put pen to paper, and let my mind wander. I find it spills out words.
Normally i edit, arrange, and re-edit what comes along and sometimes use the fragments when they fit in perfectly with other pieces.
So, this is just a glimpse into my own personal Chaos
Come whisper sweet words
that might soothe my mind,
even if they fade in the light of day,
And the words you spoke,
like faery gold turns to dust
Rotting hearts , softening stones
And our lust will wane; numb
Because I found things,
Which I wish had remained lost
And you will mould yourself
Into the image of your desires,
Only to realise ;
you never knew what you Wanted in the first place