What purple pleasure is waiting
To hide within and stare with out
Is still murky gray walls
Fading from sorrows caverns
Ways
Down the stairs in dreary glowing
stones
As to throw yourself across rooms
Funny is it not
The sounds of tempers
The colors rot
Lips crease from use
Drinks fallen with confused
People
Standing at a door
Never more.
To hide within and stare with out
Is still murky gray walls
Fading from sorrows caverns
Ways
Down the stairs in dreary glowing
stones
As to throw yourself across rooms
Funny is it not
The sounds of tempers
The colors rot
Lips crease from use
Drinks fallen with confused
People
Standing at a door
Never more.
