Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
Somber mood. So beautiful.
This agony awakes a pure kind of pain in my chest.
I have a colour for my crisis.
A mermaid,
a little dragon sing for me.
Soothing yet utterly depressing.
Perfect pitch for my mood.
I am sitting on a flying island
I  sit there quietly
I feel the slow
cool wind
I watch the horizon.
Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
This somber mood is so beautiful, really.

Nautilius is ready,
prepared as it can be,
searching for the lost Atlantis,
drowned in deep blue sea.

i want to write my pain out,
but it won't drip through my pen
it's been stuck there for five years,
a rotting clot inside my head.