Fast coursing through my veins A thrum of pulses running deep Waves of the red see convulsing Rendering me powerless in my awakened sleep My solace liberates in the dark nights My companionship lies with the orange moon She lulls me into a pulsing numb With her silky bellowing tune And when she takes her leave I'm left with the thunderous whispers Of my hands tugging at rusted yellow bars And a dim scream of mellifluous whimpers So many voices competing in harmony Each singing a different song Like the green warblers 466 ditties By the hour of clocks ticking along Endlessly roaming an infinite realm Stretching further than the blue sky’s end My hands cupping my ears Begging for an obscuring to impend The constant thrum of my heartbeat Ominously present driving me insane Not even the purple amethyst quarts Can resurrect me from my drunken slain Confined within my mind Thoughts wild with now reign, bow Unsharpened and my stance unsuspecting To the serpentine wroughts of my shadow - Suhaimah Alli