blue.

if a little bird could speak
he would say that she is lost forever
that is no more redemption
he would fly until the end of the ocean
that point when you stop and punch your face on the wall
to belt out, with birds lung.
the killing moon would be strong as ever
the wind as well
she would be with shut eyes, a black bodysuit,
drinking at the bottle
dancing on the rocks
no more fear
no more chains
just waiting the blue bird to scream
he would fly until the end of the ocean

to belt out, with birds lung:
this blue girl is lost.
she's
lost
inside you.