The blue echo of sadness

is quite like madness.

Can't help but try to run,

even though it's already won.

I tilt my head upwards

so that I can see

this work of wizards,

these stars lost at sea.

Moon speaks through every wave,

there is no gravity in my mind.

This pain I woefully crave;

without you, I fly blind.

Hands wrapped around my neck,

a string tied around my heart,

wings spring from my back;

now you've seen my every part.

You were fast to let go,

quick to turn away,

because now you know

that I will never stay.

The next day comes,

you didn't leave any trace.

So I drown myself in rums,

floating in a calming haze.