Deluge of Chaos

Asexuality


Chainsaws and axes
gritting the pavements
Of naked thoughts
Scraped off welts
with blood dripping
Drenched bandages
Tourniquets of void
Chaos and promise
Of death gripping
Fear of freedom
Hypocrisy at the height
A moral dilemma
Social disparity
gaping in genuine
lust and passion
Lightyears worth
of questions
Universes of blood
stigma, pus
Of sensations only
Honored by its own
In far-flung
pathways of galaxies
Of millenia about to be
A metamorphosis
of a kindred
No, there's no man
No, woman, nothing between
Gender is a piece of each
Our mind's
assiduous dream.