Angelic Blues

Fade away into the muse

Fade away into your dreams.
Fade away into what seems

Take a walk with your Blues.
Swallow the terror

Sleep next to horror:

The pain, the vain

The stunningly insane
Let demons pour your cup of tea

So in the reflection of serum, you’ll see:

You’re made of gods.

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