and in the moment of silence,
i search for my forsaken voice,
buried somewhere,
far and adrift,
under the summit of sufferings,
the rivers of rage,
under trampled dreams,
under the mottled page,
the voice so aloof,
i have forgotten it so well,
the past of calamity,
only if i had a voice; i could tell

What is love,
if not told to the heavens?
What I feel for you,
is locked deep in the ocean.
The more I know you,
the Deeper I go into your forest.
What I want is not empty,
like weathered plains.
It’s not murky nor dead,
as I step through your swampy past.
It’s whole and true,
as the smell of rain in April.
Its beauty is among the sun,
in spring.
All I want for you,
for us.
Is an adventure,
of love everlasting.

A shard of vintage hope
Stained with no scope
Painted for an antique emotion
Which was drowning in a deep ocean
Woefully against all of my notion

On the edge of a chasmic cliff
A forlorn shade of my soul, stands stiff--
She stares down in the fathomless abyss
Not fearing the abysmal crisis
In which, she will plunge in a gorge of vices

Flames dance and flicker towards her heart
And, breaking the iron-wrought cage apart
Alas! To only find a ghastly grim cavern
Engirdled between lungs and ribs,
Her once-alive heart--was torn to shreds
All whilst, a monster gently caressed
Towards the harrowing path of an eternal rest

I’m tired of having to prove myself even to me.
Tired of having to give chances
only for them to be empty and free.
I am tired of waiting for a better outcome,
maybe I am mad,
because it’s the same person,
same situation and the same me,
the only thing changed is my hope dying a little every day
but it’s the same ****,
just a different day.

Swim away with me deep down under
to a place where all my thoughts gather
A ruthless torrent of pain and anger
A trench of sorrows and endless hunger

The eternal pit of restless slumber
Of broken songs in deep dark water
Where pain stops when fear take-over
Drown with me in this heedless stupor