blue muse from Something Lost by CØL

I sleep away the days
Dreaming of you

A muse, you paint the stars in my sky
You write the words that drop off my tongue
You fill my eyes with color
In the most perfect contrast

The gentle graze of your brush against my cheek
And those soft songs you sing that keep me asleep

I know you're the director of my dreams
The curls in the roots of the trees
The gentle of hum of the wind
The glowing green of the grass
You create a life I can't believe

I look at the clouds in the sky
And wonder why you only show up at night
I wish you could see this cerulean blue
The color that reminds me of you

I dip my feet in the nip of the ocean
The waves' crash on my legs
The sand pulling from under my feet
The cool ocean-air breeze

My hands are empty, I wish you'd fill them
The way you fill my thoughts
My muse, my artist, the singer of my favorite songs

Where do you go when I wake up?
Why do I live this life alone?

My favorite hours are the 8 I spend with you
The soft of your hair
The warm of your fingertips
The soul of your voice
The eyes I seem to be colorblind to

They make me feel blue

I hear the sirens sound
And I know it's not you.

The chirping birds fade into a sickening earworm
The one that bellows into my skull and rips our colorful world apart

And I awake

...

When that medicinal bitterness hits my tongue
When the drugs sink in their way into my blood stream
And when I realize I'm alone
I'm reminded that sleep is my only source of peace

And when I stare up at the sky
It doesn't feel right
The colors are dull,
If not gray
I promise, you're on my mind the entire day
I yearn for that vibrant hue
Because blue isn't blue
If it's not painted by you

My muse;
Paint me blue, one more time,
So that I can feel alive...

• Electronic
• acoustic ambient
• ambient
• depressive
• depressive electronic
• experimental electronic
• Massachusetts