Wired agents.

Parabolas are inclined to symmetry:
The basis for psychedelia.
There is balance in chaos; sick, twisted, perverted
But a balance nonetheless;
It is organized, lesser chaos.
Tipping the scales? Fatal, in theory.
In practice, a different matter, a constituent of sorts.
An agent of relentless chaos.

When this occurs, organized chaos is a distant fantasy,
But everything else feels like the best orgasm you've ever had,
Times a thousand and then some.
Wanton, dirty, secret and all-encompassing.
Dive into the uncontrollable and poisonous,

You'll find you love it in there.