Purple love festering in accordance
with a dream of a predictable life
an outdated idea that infects us,
plaguing the dense population everyday.
Public strangulation occurs frequently
purple flowing blood veins popping viciously
gushing and flowing into the empty city street
quickly flooding hearts and corrupting the soft mind.
Peaceful violence: a contradiction
jagged words weighing more than a boulder
leaving them smeared with smooth purple pains
the broken and the battered bonds still remain.
Personal struggles kept alive again
openly feeding on people’s constant woes
the intention does not hold any importance
memories of a purple love gone past.