Chaos

We would have fed on this curse without ever getting satisfied. We wouldn't have been ashamed of this brutality; we would have desired more without giving up. We slaughtered everything beautiful along with it, until there was no hope left in our hearts. We consumed everything that was excessive to us, until we became insatiable for even more. We thought we could redraw our fate, as if we had left a future for those who come after us, relatively. We worshipped chaos enough to search for humanity within us, to become monsters. In the end, when there was no day left to await, when we had no friend left to bid us farewell, we realized the loneliness we had built. Everyone has their own chaos they nurture inside; everyone has the monsters they want to cast out. Everyone is born human, but not everyone dies as one; this is the understanding of chaos in destiny.