It is a film, a screen, a
[[Veil]].You pull away from here and are gone
Sentences cerulean, somewhere someone
Knows you. Understands the art of your
Timeline. Understands the teal tone of your brittle bones.
Forget the fog of war, you hand us the protest on the silver platter. Diamonds drip decadence but no gloved hand
Could draw you from the riot shields.
Cast aside the cobalt needle seeking a vein --
A poker desires the flame. You seek the [[sapphire]].You decay only in the flesh.
O how the aegean archers have sought you.
How they desired what you did, and
Hated what you were. Their arrows mostly missed, but the damage was done
Did they mean to martyr the artist?
You saw only in shades of Blue, and so
The blood from your wound was azure, Technicolor
And it all looked liked sky to [[you]].It is a color, a screen, a
Film.
It is, it is, it [[is|Veil]].