I still don’t know why blue turns into blues why words turn blues into a bitter dye on lips of waning love, why chords of dissonance reverberate inside your crying mind still hiking through the desert of your heart. I still don’t know this walk through memories of past the wonderworld of feelings you recant would heal your life; I don’t. I still don’t know why blue turns into blues why words turn blues into a bitter dye on lips of waning love Rough ropes of suffocating cries in soft blue notes of self-endured commotions. Melancholy, that’s what I know you are. I cast you out! I cast you out! I cast you out!
