Mr. Orange Feeling Blue

The words I sing
are all for you,
that pretty face,
the lies are true,

I play the bells,
I hear the pipes,
the restless days,
the burning nights.

You drain my sky
and fill my map,
your hands are chains,
your heart's a trap;  

the nets won't hold her,
her tracks smolder,
burning footsteps,
frozen shoulders.

This nebulas aura,
my endless fight,
my inamorata;
dancing light.

Hush my lips,
my screaming mind,
curl up inside
the spiders web,

color me
without surprise,
warming knives,
can't feel my legs,

call me mr orange,
In the back on a drive.

It's perfect;

a perfect day,
with empty skies.