Mystical Flower

The saxophone cried a sad tune
There were tears on the flower's skin

There was passion tucked into the folds
The blue petals leaked tears
And my heart was into the sunset
Radiant blue spilled from my veins
And I had no room to live

The electric rhyme fired

The horns and drums were in dissident discord
My heart filled the threshold of loneliness
The music demands conclusion
My shirt had droplets of blue spatter
And it was time to be comfortable in the sprawl
And I faded into transcendence

I fear I am dreaming
I fear morning will come again
I fear the malaise will not be enough
That my strength will sustain me
That God will prohibit me
That the violence done to me was not enough
That I will live with the dream