Blue 5

You wanted to be in charge of my life

Why would I want that?

You were just a trinket on The Starry Night sky

Singing me songs of the supremacy

And giving me The Flowers of Evil

Pricking, like the thorns of a rose

My delicate eyes

I, like the moth close to a flame

Burned my wings

Butterflies in my stomach?

I had devil’s breath on my face

Whilst kissing you

And The Red and The Black colours

Were usually involved in this

F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

Your every step further was already a step back

As if everything was meticulously planned

By your coiled brain

Whilst watching someone cycling all the way

To the purest hell

There’ll be no redemption, no resurrection

only divine retribution

For the sins and deeds

Committed

During Hard Times

On the others

Whilst nobody was thinking of watching us closely

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20 June 2021

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Loosely inspired by:

“The Starry Night” Vincent van Gogh (June 1889)

“The Flowers of Evil” Charles Baudelaire (first published in 1857)

“The Red and The Black” Stendhal (first published in 1830)

“F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.” Pulp (1995)

“Hard Times” Charles Dickens (first published in August 1854)

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