Something VoiletMature

No bruise can ever be a love heart
There’s no kisses from a fist
Break me down and I’ll be blunt
your scars bequeath a path to exile

Something violet
Something violet
something never spoken of

His voice still echoes in this dead place
I saw the whole situation in your eyes
Bleeding to be believed, crying for a saviour
only to return to his thorny embrace soon after

Something violet
Something violet
something never spoken of

Teeth shatter, bones break
skin splits like the sunrise
Yet your soul is maimed
and stupefied to see a solution
where there is only darkness

The End

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