It was dark and light blue.
Offensive and invisible under the towers
We threw flower headstones before the fire
Alas! Madness grows
I am luminous under the clouds
I grow dance clubs in the middle of the air
Awake!
Sin is dying
It was dark and light blue.
He tramples on powerful men at the bottom of the sea
Sin runs an
Opaque hope
Trying to remember
A promise
And memories
Of a dear friend
Coming through song
In a strange light.
-Jesse Haydn
