Crimes of Nirvana

Not everything yearns for that salvation. 

That distant light

Those soft chimes

Fine mist on a burning face

And soft satin to lay on

She said ‘Now !'

In these broken lanes

To these jarring tunes

Under the  falling sky

Vines ripping our souls

Entwining in the flames of togetherness

The peace of tomorrows was ours

And we burnt.