Green

She was a choir of white angels consumed

A sparkling faithless dream

she played the piano, and her story is a secret

he was writing numbers

 was sailing across the sea

Another time, an alternative history

They stared into the archetype

A glaring messenger, a memory forsaken

She sat on the roof in the mountains

Beside her lover who was a musician

She lost her mind

I fell asleep listening to Elliot

And praying the madness away

I demanded the truth answer

I sometimes thought I created her

Because of how she dreamed on

television of the world's

silent cancer

I recall when I stood in the falling rain

We were in the city, a bad weather nation

on the brink of the end, I dreamed of running

through fields the Goddess, Cleo

who rules over poisoned ivy dreams

I woke up from a coma on valentine's day

and sang hello between the bars

the ocean's tears shined violently

through my brother's eyes in a broken mirror

a weeping guitar; a singing song

I made love to a concubine red star

I thought of Bush, the band, who lied

I thought of the man

some guy named Jim

was my father even him?

As the waves of euphoria crashed

as I committed to my suicide 

against the wall of justice

and they wanted me to forget the past

and I refused to become somehow

the same; categorically insane name

I would save the world again

be a hero to man kind again

but God was sowing a symphony in the sky

too busy to notice as I took flight

and he was going blind

for all the beauty he had seen

and I was a spoiled brat

and I felt the world become clean

I wished I wasnt so obscene.

I wished to be like her, I wished

to be mean, a perfect machine

I wished to be Green.