Blue Room

I feel the past and its crooked teeth sink within my skin

These tears hug me like memories I relive within

Flaws and all, I'd feel better if it felt like withdrawals

Because there's light, dim, or bright, bittersweet

I'll play the Adam in the story,

And I'll take a bite on this sweet summer eve

My pain, my grief

This isolation, what would you know?

You may bruise, but tell me, do you know what it's like to bleed?

This is pure turbulence, I have hemlock in my chi

No Yin and Yang, it's Yin or Yang

The Devil bites and I can't remove his fangs

Love or lust, who's to trust?

I'm fighting demons with my sword made of angel dust

I have love in my bed and she holds me close

Close enough to bruise

But what's enough when this girl before a mirror holds no perfect portrait

Just cubism in this blue room

If God's laugh is a baby's smile

Then, my sister's tears would shadowbox all my fears

Pricks in a blade of grass would bring me joy

And I'd find relief to drown in my tears

If I could summon an exodus it would be my revelation today

From Morocco to Tajin

I have to find my riad within

Place of solace to hold my spirit from the holiest of sin

Locked doors and deep cuts dragged from cigarette butts

Ashing my soul

Through my mother's eyes, my innocence fled

I hear her prayers to Santeria to bring joy to the dead

For Heaven's trumpets, they fall on deaf ears

I feel like I walk amongst the trees

I'm scaring even the shadows of my pairs

Afterlife and past life, in between, paralyzed with fright

Give me now, give me peace

Let this moment whisper, even if bleak

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Let this present be the gift for my eyes to see

In this Blue Room, Blue Room

Tell the Devil come and get me, too soon

In this Blue Room, Blue Room

Tell the Devil come and get me, nah

Too soon, too soon