DEEP BLUE HORIZONS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Desire runs deep, wasteland farmers reap, silent trapped pain, softly
Framed in the kinetics of another generic day, the great something of the
deep feasts upon it’s pray, and the suffering; the undone angel of Blake,
is delivered in rainbow’s renaissance make.
My vision is buried in deep blue horizons.
Deliver me blue, default doctors cue,
Dreamers soft kill, star less sleepers skill.
Unfound by the restless mechanism of fate, spilled in a pool of potential
by the mercenary pride of his mate, the humbling bleat of desire will run
the clock, and time’s little thief will pick the crumb of his lock.
My sunrise eclipsed by these deep blue horizons.
In the context of a soulless driven; petty labor; whitewashed brittle bone
of a life.
I’m sanctified in deep blue horizons.
I’m glorified in deep blue horizons.
I’m nullified in deep blue horizons.