In the arms of a Dark and Blue Sky

In a state of lofty sessions; I want to mingle with them purple from blue
The voice of a sky so heart wrenching why is the dark blue sky a choice
Clouds on the wings of Aphrodite still blue
Skyline or skyfall still desperado
No black and white thoughts why is my mind racist
Only Blue as death; Blue fantasy!
Blue without crimson to smurf with the skies

Your mind can only intertwine with my red mind.
To interact and continue dying like a blue rose without thorns
Thorns will sustain you
Goes deeper than the language that even blood speaks
The sky is blue but it'll turn purple
The mind of a reincarnated Shakespeare that didn't write anything.
Given a second chance to rewrite Romeo & Juliet and have Othello as one that gives them poison the moment they meet and cut the long story short.

Blue sky I'm having a mantra on
The heart of a dead vampire; the voice of a blue heart
Eyes set on clouds; the imaginary smoke of a blue sky
The blade of medusa; I'll watch your blue eyes and turn my heart to stone
The voices of eyes that'll make you release blue blood from having a telepathic conversation with sky
Your heart does not capitalize on scented coffins
If you're six faced after reading this you're not my true blue ace.
You're feeling blue-too late it's called art!