Blue [the Chronicling of an Era]

Section X [A Modern Odyssey....of Sorts]

What an odd feeling it is to be speechless

Most of the time I have words that  I must say

Like how your meticulous architecture of lies

They never seem to fit together in any normal way

I'll force my self to stand here as the masses pass me by

While my eyes grow weary from looking at your monstrosity

A wondrous construction built not far from an unforgiving sea

A wind fills my sails, gesturing for me to move with haste

It feels as if I have been floating across the blue for ages

Listening to tales, about sirens and the shipwreck they cause

I have stories of my own, I say slyly taking another sip

Tales of unshakable heartache and sorrow and loss

I navigate close to the jagged that sunk me years ago

In hopes to catch a glimpse of something familiar

The darkness and the sea calls out, just to say

“It could have been anyone, it just happened to be you”

Now I know the drink is fucking with my head.

As if my siren has been spliced into the film of my life

I can see her standing upon the rocks, hear her call

I didn’t expect her to show up this late in the script

Wouldn’t you know it, she jumped into the screen once again

Standing on the rocks wind blowing through her flowing hair

Like a magnet I am led to the foggy gray formation

Her singing is ringing in my ears twisting my insides

I know what comes next, shipwreck, then a watery grave

The butterflies returned but not at all as they once were

Faded to white from blue, with red eyes and vicious teeth

That is what I get for sailing to familiar waters

Her horrid song soothes as the blue pulls me down