Indigo Blue (The true colour of death)

Bullet milk living in your breast Hold the gun closer to your chest Feed her the violence of the nest Then you can lay her soul to rest. Indigo, indigo blue Gets me farther far away from you Indigo, indigo blue Gets me closer to the dying pool. You're a girl who has no shame Feminist who thinks it's all a game Forget the ones who's sheets you've stained Like you he was never named. Violet Goddess of a darker moon Holding a plum ripening to soon Bleeding virgins in the big white room Falling flowers never get to bloom. Indigo, indigo blue Gets me farther far away from you Indigo, indigo blue Gets me me closer to the dying pool. Strange dreams in an aeroplane Where the pilot seems to know my name Guess the tea's not the one to blame For the burning of the big red flame Crashing horses in a thuderstorm Angry foal that was never born Has no real reason to complain She like you really has no name. Indigo, indigo blue Gets me father far away from you Indigo, indigo blue Gets me closer to the glowing pool. ***The words in this poem belong to no one but themselves. They are allowed to move at wish and can only be stopped by the indigo pool. Being vengeful creatures the words will take matters into their own hands if you should choose to take them from their mother (me) or from her brothers and sisters sisters.***