I love you and cause I do
My skies have changed
From grey to blue
But blue's not just
A color of the rainbow
It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard
My blue sky blue
It's like a roman candle
Coming rosebuds

Your words are empty hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
An ether eating eskimo
Would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion
From laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
Your lichen covered corpuscles
Are filthy as a fist
Infection is your finest flower
Mildewed in the mist

I love you and cause I do
My skies have changed
From grey to blue
But blue's not just
A color of the rainbow
It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard
My blue sky blue
It's like a roman candle
Coming rosebuds
Blue rosebuds