Heart is a Hollow Cacophony

The heart is a hollow cacophony,

The chaos around me is an epiphany,

Eternal Home knows only, what all I may have lost from within,

As I danced to the world's expedient symphony.

The heart is a hollow cacophony,

In which the time and ages are a monstrosity,

Eternal Home knows only, how many even demons I rose,

With the chaos's unholy prophecy.

The heart is a hollow cacophony,

As a child which was a fulfiller of innocence and simplicity,

Eternal Home knows only, how white wilts thee to black,

Like it wilted away solace from me.