No Mind

Whenever in the quieter hours of the mind
I talk to my heart.
I see him quietly weeping,
the tears of black colored blood.

He mourns the death of the child
Of innocence that once was him
When he didn’t know what was mind,
unaware of the tricks up his sleeve.

The blood in his veins then
Was shining pure red
For love sans any motives
Was filling his whole self

Then came the devil called the mind
And he started to take control
Every feeling, every act corrupted
The blood was pure red no more.

Now no amount of weeping will help
For even the tears are driven by the mind
And the heart wails for the time
Filled with nothingness but peace
A time when there is no mind.