Chapter 1:- Chaos Child
You feed off their anger
roiling, disrupting, novel
you love the feeling of disharmony
when pretenses are felled
like cells starved of oxygen
routine forces you to move
or surrender to the atrophy, apathy
an option so fundamentally wrong
words come welcome to desecrate it
Long ago you acknowledged
your own pleasure as unobtainable
but learned to revel in the disruption
of another's mind, the contamination
of whimsical beliefs by reality.
their sorrow is a cruel substitute,
Yet how hard is it to see their ignorance
painting over the carnage that torments you
watch joy hoarded by those least likely to
appreciate it
As their sorrow becomes your satisfaction,
so does their mirth become your misery.
You corrupt the world,
or perhaps show only the truth
Chaos Child, the only anger
is your own.