Passion

Black and blue our flowers will bloom With seas and skies of certain doom You dare to dream of death it seems Separate yourself from selfish dreams Where you peep through certain holes And see all those floating souls Don't tell me you see, your sight has been blurred Don't misquote me because of something you thought you heard My thoughts are silent My sight is blinded Maybe your dreams weren't big enough to give your nightmares goosebumps Or maybe I was right for thinking love was an optical illusion confusing the blood pump The heart beats for blood not love Just as the the rain comes down from the skies above Don't fool yourself thinking it's a chemical reaction It's passion.