blues

blues, creeping through the crevices of his skin; hiccuping through the faint words of a tethered voice. 

blues, exploding behind his closed eyes; vibrating chords and singing glass and screaming roads, a taut smile and dancing sins.

blues, eliminating the strained sorrow; between the glistening curves of his bones and blood, and the etched melancholy of a dwindling regret.

blues, whispering to him; lulling him to nightmares, stabbing the fragile sheen of memories, healing the broken records of poignant days.

blues, wounding his parchment skin; inching closer to his numb chest, transforming his marrow to ice, a disease.


blues, blues, blues, blues.