Hidden behind Blue eyes
High up & inside Cerulean skies
While floating on clouds, nine nearby
The destination of Love’s demise
Where He tries to cover up lies
With even more lies like red tape &
Enough to create Caine’s crimson cape &
Make manifestations of illusion take shape &
Though figuring it out now, figurines are too late &
So I’m needing to store them in a wooden crate
Sentenced to be shoved in an attic but breaks
On its way there so have some time to sit & waste
Away as if I Am Mazzy in May who’s awaiting the date
When Her best friend & §weet mate finally wakes
(Wake) Behind Blue Eyes