I still hear the incessant tolling of bells inside my brain,
As in the past, signifying pieces dying inside my body,
The bells began to ring as love started dying around me,
Softly they start, becoming louder as love turned to hate,
Cross words or two, nothing of the ordinary until one day,
Daggers now replaced eyes, contempt dripped from words,
From all sides feelings turning black, the bells began tolling,
Erie ringing telling me my heart is dying slowly piece by piece,
Time stands still living in agony, hoping to reunite lost love, life,
Each strike of the bell my soul dismembers, passion and caring,
Flowing out as the sound echoes across an empty lonely room,
The ringing in my ears of love gone evil is driving me deaf, insane,
Can some one fill this empty chamber I call my life, body and soul,
To muffle the tones so as to rest, to reflect, finding peace of my own,
Then the tolling of the bells will signify happiness, relieving the pain,
Until then, I shall ignore the tolling of the bells inside my head again.
