The Hole

In this world of anxiety
I sit in my calmness
Watching the world
Passing by, slowly.

Having sat on the edge
Leaned over, fallen
Straight to the bottom
My conscience is dead

I am awake,
In this world of fear.
God is dying
There is no faith.
Chaos is the master.
While you struggle for something
To fill the hole
Left in your chest,

I feel no urge for searching

Chaos I found my god
Buried deep in my head
I am my god
And there is only one.