She had a blue mark
And so did he
She kept it hidden
And so did he
All their lives
They searched
For blue
And passed
None for all

A charm of madness
Hid the saint
What seemed real
Could be paint
The truth lies
Not in the eyes
But in the heart
Of an intriguing soul
Beware of charms
Beware of both Man and Art

It wasn't not a cry
that he heard all night
It wasn't a man
loosing all sight
A tiny soul
Fining it's howl
Crushing all up
the numbered lines
For all
It lumbered
To brake the hallelujah
And who knew in million days
The men would say
What they conveyed
As all he could
To cough art
Sneeze painting
And cry upon music
For the illness
Became the endless
Hallelujah
The broken hallelujah

She was a stranger
To revolt
Until one day
In her battered life
Revolt came to her
In the guise of her
Sorrow
Speak up
It said

And it went like this
The fourth and fifth
The miner falls
And the major lifts
The puzzled king
Composing his sins
And came the time
the saint came for the prime
All was left
A troubled soul
Hunting the  lives
Killing the many wives
All were left by his sides
The broken curseificator

It fed on logic
No ecstasy
It involved
All of the
Slave
And the throne
As the lady continued to soar
In the sorrow of her life
Came the day
She met another man
His gentle love and care
Was like patch warmth
In the frozen hay
Day by day
She felt addicted
In loosing her parent's pride
And then came the time
When in emptiness
She could do nothing
But call upon God
She didn't want them
To blame
Either of the men
Instead
She desired to be written
They all read her suicide note every day