Price of your company...
To kneel in absence,
believing in miracles
for a non-existent presence
after a brief incident.
Take me to my grave,
Let me take a peek
and decide if it's time.
Don't worry my living.
I have been at it,
Forever living, forever digging.

Ages later, in your rasping voice
Meanings will reside
Only for you and for me
Till then, let this world
Call us senseless and abhorrent.

The silvers of your hair
Testify your golden days
At my love's expense.
Neatly parted in lines,
Along the same paths
Where fingers once rode.
Your lauded wisdom,
Your crown of experience,
Flattened to perfection.
Sometimes wind disturbs
The crafted monotony
To take you back.
Willing, unwillingly,
You live your golden days
At my love's expense.

In raw interiors
Of a quaking savage earth,
The mirror of my heart.

Behold my tradition
I break bonds
To make new ones.
I change name
To renew identity.
I sever roots
And sow new hopes.
I forget reality
To live in dreams.

All in vain.

Hopeless.

Let there be a world
That's more meaningful.
Let there be a world
Where I live for me.

My fallen tree.
Your victory,
In my mortal death.

Ascending to Unknown.
Comfort,
Your dead living.

I had fallen.
I rise.
You await end.

Everyday I send a word
I'm brewing a hope of love
Send ur choicest seraphim
To burn it pure
To test it deep within
And with its triumph
Mould me anew,
A vessel unto you.

Rake my intentions
Find it chaste.
Sew up my failures.
And then with your
Archangels on my side
I shall take on this world
Under your banner, me and my love.