Ring my bells,
When the cells
Of the heavenly abode
Dispels the ode
Of the dark.
I remain embedded
In this tarnished red,
As I tear down the grey walls
And paint it a violet haul.
Like this mind that's hidden,
For thy made it forbidden,
For this aura bewilders you,
And you cowardly view
The new as a symbol
Of destruction of all.

My eyes swell,
As I dwell,
Upon my fears
With shears,
To cease the shivers
That flow in rivers
Of untold stories,
Of hidden glories

The road to your nirvana
lays somewhere ahead,
where the skies
triumph.
The road fills me with
voices, as I struggle
to walk.
The wanting to finish and
cease floods my mind
as I forget the road
ahead.
I jump with no thought,
into nothingness, void.
As I get stuck in the
web of lies of the voices.
Leaving behind
memories to impale
the traumatized kin.

The night is young
and I am stung
with the unsung
melodies from my lungs.

Drifting is the moon
like a silver spoon.
She begins to swoon
to my icy tune.

Your presence,
gets me high on you,
as you drive out me blues.
The more I try to
abstain, I can't.
The very sight of you,
makes me want you more,.
The rush in my body
matches none when
you're there.
My morning tonic,
the breeze during rain,
the sunset enhancer
and finally the one
who watches me fall asleep.
You've become a constant
in my life, without which
I'd die.
And that's for you,
Chai!