Castle Of Mind

Made of blue

Get me under your covers

and bend my reality,

smash my thoughts

with ignorance

and kiss my bruised fingertips

with your so cold lips.

I'd like to wash my hair into the salty sea

and spread the goldness of the sand

all over my feet,

my hands,

my ribs.

I wish I could let the wind touch my toes,

maybe that way it could get me somewhere far away,

push me from behind

so that I could drown myself into the deep of my lonely

self.

Please, oh please,

lift up my dark aura.

But don't replace it with your blue one.