Getting down with my mental masturbation inside of my head, I try to keep an eye on the night sky. Wind blowing comes through my hair and lets me cataleptic grayed. I raise my eyes and find my way to track drunkness. I want my nails blue, so I try to breath through sound and flex through body. Blue is when I cry for non existing things that act like non sensed monsters.I myself have monsters in my mind. They keep my head in a state of trance that makes my internal tears to moan sound breed each time I hear the bassline calling from inside…
I hate myself for getting so damn blue when birds of freedom fall. So why shouldn’t I fasten my seatbelt and get my blue velvet car to speed 5? ... Still believe in eyes that lie, so still increasing my speed…speed that takes me faster and faster to the light making the green light turn to red!! It’s 11:30, my hand is getting dirty, stretching up things that probably can’t be worthy. Ladies and gentlemen… screw the blue or the blue screws you! It’s as simple as you would say you go pee. Or go fuck.
Can’t hold my colors anymore!!! Soaken through… I see colors up against the wall… with me……… won’t ya’ open your eyes and take my hand.. Hold my colors against the wall…when they blue-take everything away. He looked into me and saw what laid beneath; don’t try to save yourself ‘cause the circle is complete!!!! … We’re reaching out sky to take you! … Nothing else could touch me …… Fading gently…… start enough to show you the world…… scratch the mental, it’s already too itchy to stand! With me … Can you hear the sounds of life outside?? It seems like you’re waiting for nothing…looks like time had deleted it all… And when the everything I could have been is thrown away…. So just take what’s left and somehow feel the space! ... When I can see the echo I feel safe again, I feel warmer. Sounds of life, one by one…got nothing to hide…