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Turning Purple


Opening my eyes

glued shut by the memories

glazed by dried blood

no matter how many tries

My bruises are healing

no hand to hurt me

where were you...

you deserted me

They told me you cared

but i saw the welts

you destroyed me

the weight... I bared

I turned into a machine

a weapon of sorts

a barrier in my mind

you made me contort

I shielded my past

I held a grudge

I used my anger

to make my hatred last

I saw you one day

out of the blue

I wiped the tears away

because I finally saw you

Locked away

restrained against authority

you couldn't come near

I had to pray

I've never sensed fear again

because what is left? 

I have seen the world as it is

what we have we must attain

I have turned purple

I have my wounds

but nothing hurt worse

but seeing the evil in you

 

 

 

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