Princess purple stains

Your throne is in shambles
mighty pedestal drowning
in bleeding rainbows
and racing heartbeat

Did you who made her
hair flowing and big eyes
make the monster
who ripped paradise?

I don’t ask you for much
not justice or truth.
just some patience
and a gentle hand.

How will she ever  walk again?
head held high,
Little princess purple stains

As we sow, so shall we reap?
Is this the full circle, now complete?

Laughter is drowning
in the darkness of the night
there’s nothing in my heart
just frothing spite.

Dear god, why? I’ve asked you this a millionen times.
Why won’t you just retire and leave them in plight.
Is this your world? This disgusting air is far too difficult to breathe.
Your complacency is a sham that will be sung about. You look on.

Her tears will dry soon and everyone will forget. While she will live. Everyday. This haunting death.

If you are listening. Rip his heart out. Make him bleed. Don’t let him die.

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I have always felt strongly about this issue since the very inception of my blog. Its something that I think no one should ever have to face.

Its something I've had an inlikng about and I prayed that it should'nt repeat. But well, utopia is a mirage.

Written on 20-4-13

I couldn't concentrate on my papers.