Blue, such an enchanting and bewitching colour
Being able to lure even the hungry gulls to follow
And give people the strength to go on in this world

For an artist to engrave an image in our minds
To help young ones find their path through the vines
To inspire a victim to release her spirit from the pit, wherever it hides
Giving life full meaning and see something else besides the contour of the sides

Yet, that sacred hue seems to bring me only horror
Filling my core to the brim with despair and anger
So much I want to put that lone rope on the hanger
Be silence with a swift move of a finger
Applause!
For tonight is my last time as a sovereign singer in front of all of you

Now, despite my love and moral right
My heart was shattered, its pieces cruelly scattered
Azure and violet lingers on my surface that once a refined look held
So the monster could be discharged from the misery it felt
Obtuse to the fiends it sends to win over my pelt till tomorrow due

The striking blue in its eyes that was found dreamy
Was just a snare for someone as delusional as me
Tore the flesh and meat protecting my pride that was soon to be
Taking away all of my licit sociality

Weeping flimflammery behind a vague breath
I fumbled and curl up in the dark in my dread
Eyes moist and cheeks stamped with a watermark
The blue everyone sees as breathtaking losing spark
And as my muscles began to stark
I awaited the moment where it would stop with the snide remarks

"Why are you useless in time of need!?
Stupid *****, nothing will ever fulfil your greed!"

Is that how you were going to treat me?
With cusses and heavy thrusts?
Ponding on and on until I became nothing but bones and organs mushed
If I try to wail or scream for you to stop
Another punch in the gut knocks out my air and my body thumps like a wet mop

I look in the mirror and I want to rend my eyes
Be blind, erase the person standing before I
With bruises and marks littering
Proving irreversible indication of its iniquity

Depletion, hysteria, fury, strikes me harder than it
I find it hard to stand on my own two feet
Teeth chewing and munching on as I continue to bleed
Remising of how I was just a kid

An innocent image bearing no dreed
Wishing nothing from her parents but more feed
So that my bones aren't as stiffed
Maybe then I'll be more gifted
More desired and loved
Like the blue was to me a long time ago

One day at a boutique shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats

"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy
He seemed to find it quite funny

"We've got some lovely dresses,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some headdresses."
The man blinked rapidly thrice

The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused
He wasn't what I would call dizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still, he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the boutique shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find
Dresses, headdresses, you can get
You must now open your mind,
And get down to The Corn Market

So to The Corn Market, I decided to go,
In search of the bats, I craved
The winds it did eerily blow
But I felt that the day could be saved

There were stalls selling tights,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling writes
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady
I wondered if she was at all cool

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some dresses and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

An empty bole was imprinted in me
I can't tell how or when did it reap to be
But what I for sure know is that there's no way to escape it still

After every climbed boulder stood another hill
I didn't dare stop while I mounted the rocks until I felt ill
Nor did I rested while searching for that fill
That wholesome, warm feeling everyone tries to steal

Alas, my determination wanes with my youth
With every passing afternoon
Those mountains play me like a fool
Testing me how much I can go on until I run out of fuel

Laughably, without apparent purpose, I gaze into the night
Endeavouring to grasp the feel and sentiments that drives everyone to fight
Whilst I stand and watch blankly at the wall
Seconds coarse and run in haste as the heavy sands of time fall

For what do we wake every morning?
So that we can weep in mourning?
To continue performing?
To keep away the unruly feelings from exploding?

If that's what life requires and pushes me to do
I'm afraid I can no longer go subdue
And see another dusk rise through the sky
Mindlessly encouraging myself to attempt fly

The lies grow heavier as the clock ticks by
And I hate to see what has become of I
So I nimbly choose to look away with a sigh

I force the food down and swallow my wails
I force myself to withstand the gales
I force myself to make up tales
Trying hard to reach the sails

Those around me are content enough with my efforts
Makes me wonder do they see my blemished self pacing in circles through the deserts?
Though, it's not like I bother to know
I just nod as if their words were the most natural thing in the world
As if my heart wasn't moving at one thousand miles per minute
Which always makes my stomach hurl
As if everything right now didn't seem completely twisted and scripted

I only wish for this cycle to end
So I and the world could finally blend
Stand up and take a step
Despite my feet wanting to march and flee
Because I'm too scared to see

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the bedroom door
Hoping and praying that they don't hear the slight bang that comes from the contact as I slide to the floor
Even though my heartbeat speeds up at the risk, I don’t move
I simply keep my ground, inhaling and exhaling deeply
Trying everything and anything to keep myself from crumbling all over again
And cry until I misled myself to appear vain
Until there are no longer tears soaking the mask that I abstain