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The Language of Blissful Memory
The bells ringing loudly inside me
as the screams for more beneath
The light too bright to see
the reason I perceived
The momentary shrieks of help
Can't really tell my pain
as my heart gracelessly melt
I find my efforts in vain
My aching mind bleeds terrifyingly
as my crying tears forbid
The language of blissful memory
no secrets left to keep
My love, my mentor
when will you forsake my sight?
What are these useless years for
As I stive with all my might?
The only way out of these phase
I can't really believe it to be
as I let the wind stroke my face
I see upon the water, a reflection of me,
as the music rings on and on
I find myself listening far too long
when I see the past that's torn
I try to feel the songs 
with these thoughts,
how to stop any wild ones
this way, or that.
if at all, there's any