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.