To Kill a God

 

Chaos was once a god without eyes to see, ears to hear, a mouth to speak, etc. As gifts, holes were bored into Chaos' head that he might view the world as we do. A new hole bored every day (one for each sense) until the seventh day when Chaos died.

There's chaos in our bones
demanding
to
be
free,
a small black hole
hidden in our souls,
calling to us,
pulling us,
toward the chaos of life.
Our glances slide past strangers
we are...
afraid,
they can see,
the endless need,
to release this primal plea.
So we numb our chaos
with lust and desire,
to
glimpse
the open cage
through sweat and musk
in moments feral and sublime.
Endlessly
seeking
pleasure and pain
to
feel
something...
more than nothing,
never knowing
the chaos of our souls
is
dying
by slow degrees