New day, so calm, so peaceful, so untouched,
Love the feel of my bed, my quilt, so much.
Everything halt in their footsteps, as such,
The frayed thoughts of mine I finally clutch.

Old thoughts, so wild, so vengeful, so untamed.
Hate the cries of my heart, my mind, insane.
Nothing soothes them of their anger, a flame,
That formless chaos which I hide with shame.

I seek solace, within my vivid dreams,
Mere mirages, where none is as it seems.
Savouring moments of a life carefree,
Cowardice at its very best, you see.

Spiralling senselessly into a complete mess of things,
That is my life.