Eruption Of Function

Are you scared

just like me too?

You tumble I’ll

also fall in blue.

Somberly dulcet

and gentle mind

we combine too

a silence in wine.

Relief to adore a

cloud in the blue

we fall numb the

feeling’s not new.

Touched sorrow

embraces places,

intoxicated now

shadow on faces.

Bend light does,

lost is function,

comfort color is

lost in eruptions.

From the cave I

and you do dwell

where we fell is

now a drunk tale.