Stage

Caught within your blend of machinery
Caution to the wind I kneel in and fall
I follow aqua down a breeze of memories
Your eyes descend, paint my scenery

Slip, struggle still and cannot decide
If it's blessing or curse with you aligned
Pinched by tender claws I am being purified
Scorched in jaws of a burning scarlet tide

Tattoos, black robes along skies bleeding teal
One hand on the door, other on the seal
Your candid tools twisting on knobs of my soul
The mind slips away, guessing how to feel

Play with the past, dance with the show
The raven won't speak what the lips don't know.