Midnight ballad

I'm playing with chaos
every single time I lose control of myself
being truly comfortable with one's madness
is one heck of a struggle
specially if you speak to yourself
harm yourself
try to destroy yourself
and then realize that is nothing but voices inside the head
those voices that bark within the soul and the hell of the heart.
I'm bored if I start to feel some order
directly send from my empty mind
blank space that shouts at me with nothingness
screaming to be rewarded with colorful visions of life and death
my hands tremble with the unknown ecstasy of the void
roaming the distant galaxy of an unbroken start line
filling the sentimental ache of feeling blue, red, green
reflections of the storm in the highway
fear of the aught
I ought jump form the cliff
my scars
my imagination.