chaos beautiful

a mad chronicle
tempting my only level-headed idea
into not that which will save me, but that which will drown me.
a conflict of those things we cherish
and a revelation which aids those we don't
it's a beautiful chaos,
absolute bedlam,
a bottle of Absolute,
confirming that we are fools in love with pain and sorrow,
seeing only the light of it all.
But in that one redeeming moment, we are saved, all of us.
it is beautiful chaos, chaos beautiful.
We should fear it in all it's capabilities,
but instead we embrace it,
praying in pathetic solitude that we will wake up again.