The Blue Sea Hurt My Day(Cont.)

A window flies open and calls itself Real.
Every peice of sparkling life jumps into it and smiles.
While we sit together by a pond and dance along the mud
"Traitors" they sing but we take our breaths and jump away.
Abyss called affection, a cracked mirror perfection.
Tonight that's where we dream.

So Backwards walks up to us and kisses our cheeks
And night time flies over with star-like antiques.
Just don't hurt the clouds because Day needs them as jewels
But Harmony ran away with my red piano stool.

War is what we need , they said.
A war with kills and wounds and dead.
Though dreams are our food and you are the plate
We can't stop Inevitable and his daughter named Hate.

(second verse to come)
Battle made eclipse, an arm's race by ships.
Tonight that's where we sleep.

So Order walks up to us and slaps our cheeks
And night time flies over with knife-like antiques.
Now the clouds won't stop bleeding and Day's got red jewels
Because Harmony won't fly back, on my red piano stool.

This is what we need, they said.
These kills and wounds and innocent dead.
Though dreams are our food and peace is the plate
We can't stop Inevitable and his daughter named Hate.