I am that forgotten voice on the edge of the earth,
Residing where the sun meets the sea.
I am the beginning and the end.

I push and pull you like the tide.
I drag you under like the current.
I drown you.

Intoxicated
Superficial
Delirium

Taste the tonic on my lips.
Quench that desert thirst.
Let me relieve you of your sailor's burden,
For I am a siren in the sea of false promises.

a scenery comes in your mind
picturesque, but can be forgotten
pen and paper are all you've got
what are you waiting for? Jot it down!

gloomy, elation, rage any theme
there are lots of pictures inside your head
Don't waste any time, use it wisely
and enjoy the ride of rollercoaster ideas

Will he remember
The soft words he whispered
As we intertwined hands?

Will he remember
My name in the morning
When he wakes up?

Will he remember
The way he kissed my lips
The night before?

Or will he simply wake, turn in his bed, and fall asleep again?

Remember when you were young and dumb
And the world was new and big and beautiful and terrifying?
Remember when
You weren't embarrassed of being excited for small things?
Remember when
The flashes of things that can't be and thing that aren't
Were fairy gifts and magic being?
Remember when
You were so small, so very small
And you compressed yourself into corners and boxes
Much like you try to now.
Remember when
It was safe to tell people the things you saw
Because your imagination was healthy?

Do you remember?
When we were children,
And we didn't know what
*** or cigarettes were?

When going outside meant
To play in the front yard with friends,
Not to smoke cigarettes.

Do you remember when things were simple?
When "The Dark"
Just meant "lights out, it's bedtime"

Not lights out,
Time for the demons to play.

- Blue