Deep Blue Green
I am alone each time I look into your eyes. I don't know what means to have deep blue green eyes and be in love. I don't know what it means to be left out without a reason to breathe and to connect with the real world.
Everything seems to be lost and never found. And never in love...
Everything seems to believe in peace and in war with the same amount of disgust as a caveman has when burying his dog. Nothing works or maybe nothing makes any sense.
We are definitely lost. We are definitely found. We are that last piece of hope. We are that last heave of that priest who prayed too much for his own hell. We are in fact hell. Never ending hell.
Always starting another combat. Never winning, never losing.
It's all about the sun. The sun just change the colour of your eyes.