Opiate of the Sky

I can see through my eyelids,

Lies the color of indigo

Worn on the sleeve of the world

And when they crawl through lips

I will know.

I can melt the world into ink

With heat from the sun

That swallows indigo.

Then we can either hold our breath

Or breathe the color of violet like air

The answer should be clear,

As starlight sprinkled over blackened sky

And I am the opal moon,

Emperor of peach strained dusk

You don’t know what I can do.