Indra
There is a spirit
outside my door
I don't know if I can take it anymore
It screams with sounds of beauty
as if sounds alone could soothe me
There is a spirit outside my window
telling me I must rescind now
but the creaking sounds of the staircase
tell me that these memories I must face
There is a spirit in my closet
telling me I should toss it
It glares right into my mind
showing me what I have yet to find
There is a spirit under my bed
hiding while pulling at my principles instead
In this faint vision
I departed on a mission
a mission to a place so dark
that I don't even know if I could leave a mark
There is a spirit now on my ceiling
deadening and disengaging all my feeling
If they were still alive
I would fight to survive
But they are gone
and I am simply a pawn
Now there is a spiriting stain on my wall
like linear wallpaper telling me to fall
but all I can do is look down
on this gloomy little town
As if nostalgia was real
and this memory I did steal
yearning masked itself and then did keel
and a single memory was all I could feel
With a spirit in my word
telling me that all is absurd
I ran around it for a bit
Then with the new candle lit
I tried tirelessly to forget about it
Finally with the spirit now inside of me
it took my vision and I couldn't see
Blinded by this reality
I sat amongst the clarity
In midst of the drips of hankering minds
actuality masked itself amongst fake signs
Like a moonlight sonata in the middle of the day
I took a sip and smiled as I slowly walked away
I felt my eyes opening
but my muscles didn't move
Right there I sensed the paralyzed conundrum
of what I had become
I swam that night in the salty green of the sea
the sky it cleared and I felt free
Like that the spirit
had gained some merit
I wiped it away and said I'd never again fear it
