Blue in the Face
Lay the flowers shaped as roses down such a path I may walk upon with no such thing as regret; misanthropy leads me. Blue waves wash the serpents out from my eyes; hear the serpents sigh, hear the serpents cry. The room unknown to human eyes will grant thee welcome open wide... Blue is the light of which you despise, the rays invite you to dance. Joyless laughter, I know it's not mine, although I surely recognise it as my own. Red is the light of life white is the light of death blue is the light the velvet shines, rays... heaven.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
I dreamt of the swansmile. More beautiful than beauty itself Like roses in bloom Or maybe even like The velvet hour in all its glory. Why torment me like you do? I monotously whispered. Don't you understand, the swans replied, You are my creater, therefore I am you. It didn't smile anymore. I did.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Lay the flowers shaped as roses down such a path I may walk upon with no such thing as regret; misanthropy leads me. Blue waves wash the serpents out from my eyes; hear the serpents sigh, hear the serpents cry. The room unknown to human eyes will grant thee welcome open wide... Blue is the light of which you despise, the rays invite you to dance. Joyless laughter, I know it's not mine, although I surely recognise it as my own. Red is the light of life white is the light of death blue is the light the velvet shines, rays... heaven.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026