I'm dark and the lights outside make me sigh,
I'm the priest of love, but I can't decorate the temples.
I'm the hurricane in clouds, yet I don't want to blur the sun.
No pearls, and diamonds.
No dreams, and no strangers.
Bitter coffee stained mugs,
to keep the strange dreams away.
Blood scattered on rugs,
to feel the pain sway.
Fireflies litting my candles,
Insecurities left in my cradles.
Dreams stare at me, while I'm wide awake.
Dreams haunt me, while I try to shift my gaze in sleep.
Some behind walls,
Some behind the curtains.
Some besides me.
Few under my bed.
My demons demean the dreams
I dreamt with dry eyes in drought
and yet destiny mocks at me.