Blue Moon Haze - Ilsa

I spit

Vomit

Thick, white smoke

Across endless riffs

In fields and waves

Not unnerved

Or deterred

By all it surrounds

Blue Moon Haze

Clouds my vision

Clears my mind

Clears my vision

Clouds my mind

I reach out

Further than ever before

To grab brittle sycamore

Feel it break and crumble

In my grasp, I watch it

Fall to pieces

Winter rolls

Thundering drums bubble

A furious ghostly beat

Blackened spider

Sits aglow in my hand

Sending smoke

Shooting up

With each crunch of the battle-axe

Sweetly sung

Slowly sung

Primitive trail of moons

Gaze into long barred wells

Outer spaces, immense infinities

The screens simulacrum

They shall share nothing

Of the joys of sex and sin

Boundless pleasures and pains

Of loyal friends and kin

Blow out the candle light!

I’ll tell you what I see:

There is color in the darkness!

Momentary consciousness

In the violent explosion

Of a match-heads whisper

Hiss, pop

Shut out

All that is inside

All that is other

Only to hear

Clamors from within

Only to hear

Foul chatter within

Blue Moon Haze

Clouds my visions

Clear my mind

Clears my visions

Clouds my mind