Oh hello there, I see you coming,
Descending on me, like a feather floating.
maybe softly humming, wavlets of teal transparency.
Nonchalantly, you shall again take away my bleached normalcy.
Here you are to engulf me.. now a world I see..
of cobalt blue, the only hue cast from this prism
encompassing this macrocosm.
Set on me your diaphanous drape,
Let all of world be a cyanide-scape.
Peeking meekly is Normalcy’s penumbra
Whilst armies of thoughts ready to wage a vendetta.
Kingdoms of notions set to revolt,
‘against who and what??’
Until this drape departs,
My reflections bleed cobalt.
Triggers: Schism by Tool