Blue Blood
A make-believe death, in a expressionistic poemWriting with nails that pricked sparkling bloodSlipping through like the chinks in the armor ofThe dreaming girls and the pure boys
I was here, for a long timeI was here, for a long time
Without anyone noticing, I was crushedBy a town with the same weight as a tombstone
Hey, hey, snail. You're lateI left riding on a blimp of immortality
YesIn the light, you left before you were brokenWhy couldn't I haveChased more quicklyAfter you?
Generally, it's all the sameThat's what your eyes saidEyes circulating blue blood
I was here, for a long timeI was here, for a long time
Love, love, love was fastened and hung, by the windowA black, black, black mirror was broken by"Someone!"
Hey, hey, snail. You're late. You're already too late.
In the light, throwing wordsWhy couldn't we haveBecome adults more quicklyUsAnd you