Colours of music...

Shall I sing no more? Or can I not?
All that time that's been lost
While my mind was ever, ever searching
For what I couldn't see close here.
Ah not thither! Wherever I touch
I see no thing. Wherever I see
I smell no taste. I have lost all my wits.
And all that's left is just my soul.
Shall I keep even that away?
Shall I walk with no soul?
Shall I search in me for me?
Where was I? Where am I?
I have lost myself. Am I in you?
Am I with you? I no more know.
I can shed tears only in blood now.
I'm like a drowned without you.
I can breathe only from you.
Can you breathe life into me?
Can you say that I'm still alive?
Can you touch my heart and say
That it still sings your name?
That's all truth I ever say.
It's just myself that I lay
Into your warmth, without which
I am dead even alive. Dry and dry.
No more I care. None but thy.
Singing and singing. And more of crying
I think it's all done with me.
I think I'm all done with me.
I think it all ends here.
Just in a tick of light, it all ends here.
It all ends here. Ends here.

Other forces...

A mind game aiming hunting the vitreous heart,
Which piled with it, panes of tales of pain,
With cacophonous voices haunting every other time,
It is but an end game, ending the last visible blink.
Light like my wings have thrusted out,
Dark like my senses have flushed,
Yet feeling that which was never felt.
Giggles with meaning none and shrills one after one
Catch my subtle self and I can no more control.
Not even my thought, nor my mortal will.
Effortlessly I wobble with weightlessness.
Fear? What does that mean?
Ask me. I can dive into seven seas.
But just the name that I shall ever ask me forget.
Ah the names! Aren't they that bring tempest back?
I am a warrior with no shield. Warring myself.
And there the end turns in. An end into myself.
Should I trust my enemy self? No more.
Already warped into nothing. Squaring dose of pain.
Well where was I? On shores of seven seas I guess.
Dancing all the way, like the eternal dance of winds,
And rallying with dust and smoke, I rushed
Back into the arms of nature. Into my early form again.
These forces! Not vital but suppressed my vitality.
Rejuvenated yet extinguished me. Decimated me.
What I am when I am not what I was?
Than a mere speckle of spark less dust.
No more voices. No more giggles. No more pain. No war.
No dance. Nor a moment felt. I'm no more here. And no where.