Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead
Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware
But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark
If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside
I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead
Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware
But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark
If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside
I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light
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