It's hard to sleep
With a blue brain
And a heart that doesn't know
What shape to maintain
And lungs that choke
On vibrating air
And the cold cold feeling
Of soaking wet hair,
So my eyes will burn
From the dark's sharp sting
And my ears fabricate
A fictitious clock's ticking
As I pass this time
In Nyx's purgatory
Until the sunlight
Can set me "free",
But freedom never felt so morbid
A dawn for the dead
With a blue brain
Still weighing heavy in my head.
