Ethereal Sunrise

The flesh of all my hardwork sheds into new skin, and fades into the sapphire of my own tears, the same anodyne tears that I eat for breakfast, when overdosed, it's so melancholic, yet so euphoric, that at the same time that you see lavenders in blues, burning within the tanned skin of my beloved ghost, marmalade and merlots rage, yet when it comes contact with sunlight, hits the viridian vines so perfectly, and parts the clouds away like your braided hair, brunette beauty, a true tapestry. And it leaves traces of glaucous, oh my, sweet, sweet, poison, the dearly loved, crystal clear sky, ricochets more of itself on the canvas, that's what you call an ethereal sunrise.