Gord

2024-10-01 12:19 am

Blue, vampire bat,
I feel like that at times,
Lies about my fangs,
Silver metallic,
Azul and cyan,
Tired, of sky high tricks.

I guess that's why I am,
Grown men cry, surely,
But then grown men die,
Weapons about their side.

Head held high, my friend,
Surely, we will meet again,
No shame in dying to a man.

Right?
Azul and cyan,
In sake of blue, give me white.
Am I doomed, to be a beast?
Who bites?

Well, then why alongside them,
Question the carmine reds?
All I want is life, beyond that,
Perhaps azul and cyan.