cognitor
Bluelighter
i don't know the words. but the melody is familiar.
I can whistle it. but only out of tune.
would you say it's haunting. wistful. mysterious.
reminds me of lavender and opium.
brings back memories like a mausoleum,
floating tomb in the black nirvana current.
I used to wake up to her sweet surrender
in a strange bed to remember
with a delicate December-like May of a bright breeze.
alarm clock brutality, trees yielding and bending
in the morning unending. soft, vibrant.
the underground, the curtains shut out time
and the wind blew to match us to passion. I could roll.
I could close my eyes and be found. where is that?
in me? black sugar melting fiery breath,
carefree dance, wistful leaves whisper.
like a smell or a taste, it can take me back.
the knife is red, imagined. I don't have it anymore.
when I took it, it bled for a year. could I
believe that? gone, twisted, tree trunk of a branch.
free to jump and no one to catch.
clearly cut, detached. ribbon snapped sharp,
tranquil screams.
I have that song on a tape. it burns.
the name escapes me. the love does not.
unfortunately.
i don't know the words anymore.
I can whistle it. but only out of tune.
would you say it's haunting. wistful. mysterious.
reminds me of lavender and opium.
brings back memories like a mausoleum,
floating tomb in the black nirvana current.
I used to wake up to her sweet surrender
in a strange bed to remember
with a delicate December-like May of a bright breeze.
alarm clock brutality, trees yielding and bending
in the morning unending. soft, vibrant.
the underground, the curtains shut out time
and the wind blew to match us to passion. I could roll.
I could close my eyes and be found. where is that?
in me? black sugar melting fiery breath,
carefree dance, wistful leaves whisper.
like a smell or a taste, it can take me back.
the knife is red, imagined. I don't have it anymore.
when I took it, it bled for a year. could I
believe that? gone, twisted, tree trunk of a branch.
free to jump and no one to catch.
clearly cut, detached. ribbon snapped sharp,
tranquil screams.
I have that song on a tape. it burns.
the name escapes me. the love does not.
unfortunately.
i don't know the words anymore.
very strong.