purple rain! if you only knew how much I hated and how much I hurt
maybe you would love this color too. the emblem of penance and eternal regret
but if eternity is unlived, it is difficult to understand.
violet. it's the color that dresses me. it protects me from love, from forgiveness
it carries me on immaterial wings. away from carnal red
away from the yellow of light and forgiveness
you took my hands, I can no longer punish
you took my legs so I can no longer run and find
but you left my eyes, they are looking. and you can't hide
you dress me in purple. I am your new hierarch
you worship evil. you are looking for the shadow of my protective wings
but there comes a time. the payment also comes. with interest rate
the rain that washes you… burned. you wait in the desert.
let’s do it. again and again, and again…
to the end of eternity
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Very expressive . Very creative with your words .
if empathy creates such bridges then distances have nothing to say. thank you.
'violet. it's the color that dresses me.
it protects me from love, from forgiveness'..
(and maybe, after continuous exposure
we get addicted to the feel
of those purpled bruises, that yellow slowly
knowing, our early revival
only entice: much more pain, in the end)
I laud the unflinching bravery, in this write
whether fictional or testimony
impactful, to say the least!
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet
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