ADYNATON

        Chaos is like that deep, dark nothing that everybody tries their best to stay away from. Chaos is a grimy swimming pool filled to the brim with the thickest, heaviest, and most unforgiving kind of tar. Chaos has that sour, mechanical aroma that unsettles you. You ignore it as best as you can, but deep down you know that it will always be there.

        You can go through life without giving chaos a second thought, but as soon as you dip as much as a single toe into that pool, there's no going back, for chaos has you in its grips. The cruel, sickening abyss of chaos sucks you in slowly, watching you suffer as it consumes you. Your heart rate accelerates, you feel  your chest growing heavy and horrible. It fills your lungs, heart, brain, and soul with something so heavy and hurtful, you feel like you're suffocating. You are slowly submerged and then eventually you are engulfed in an obsidian fist. You are completely surrounded by a black void. Soon, the fist of chaos squeezes everything pure out of you.

        You can feel your happiness and light slowly draining out of you, to be replaced by the chaos, burning its way down your throat. The taste of chaos is vile; it tastes metallic and bitter. When chaos is done with its reign, infecting your entire persona. You think everything will be okay and be the same. You are very wrong, nothing will ever be the same one chaos spits you out. That is not in the nature of true chaos. Chaos is like a scar, no matter how long it has been, chaos will follow you around like an ominous cloud for the rest of your life. The taste is not as strong as before, but you still have a faint metallic taste.

        Chaos laughs in the face of Serenity, for Chaos knows he is a never-ending cycle, from which there is no escape. And although things seem to be getting brighter, the marks Chaos has left on you start to burn, reminding you that Chaos is forever and will stay with you for eternity. After one chaotic period ends, another begins in an unexpected spot. It is a complex loop with many curves and turns that begin and end in the same place. It is an eternal hole; it’s depth can change, but you will never escape it. Chaos has left you hollow, with a numb, clouded state of mind wherein you never really know what is a dream and what is not. You drift through life haunted by the moment when you were the victim in the clutches of chaos’ filthy hands. Every single time you close your eyes in an attempt to relax, chaos is always there lurking in the dark spaces of your mind. Chaos fades, but it is far too stubborn to leave you for good.