Time for growth.
Time to grow beyond what is known.

Time for healing.
Time to heal my jarred and jaded mind.

Time for nourishment.
Time to nourish myself with sacred rice and holy water.

For there will come a time
When little time is left.
And my time could be eaten
by the Gods or a greedy fool.

And with time
My arms will grow
like Shiva's flow
of four cardinal points.

And when time passes
I will not care of mistakes
we all make. Time will
drown our guilt.

When I'm with you
My worries
My cares
My wounds
Blows away
Gone like a kite
With its string held
In your grasp

fear
it consumes me
a staple of its cuisine
of shattered minds and broken hearts
clumping things together,
yet pulling them apart

like a toddler,
it runs through
and smashes everything
your wishes,
your dreams,
everything
has now become fear

it yells "mine!"
you respond. "no, mine!"
who is in control?
the more you question, the more you're answered
as wonder turns into worry
your lenses tinted rose
perspective gone blurry
finally, you know
that this feeling,
this primitive feeling,
was designed to keep you alive.
but all it does
is tear you down
and makes you want to die.

You stare at your reflection.
It stares back at you too.
"You're a failure." It says.
You reply. "No, you."

Give me something
If you have any mercy

For what I'm becoming
I've started to worry

It feels disgusting
Because I know
Inside my heart
Darkness I grow

So, please, I'm begging
Give me something
I don't even care what
I need something
Something for the pain