Violet Violence

Silent little majesties that spin past like tops.

Like floating memories, the beginning of a dream.

A violet violent sky that weeps and sighs.

Echoing the words she said in a blur.

Of a nightmare, the scars are real.

As the rain falls, crashing around me.

Too calm am I, with blood on my hands.

Silent were his cries, no tears shed as

I watched him die, just another ghost

on the highway.

The byway, that neglected me.

That made me a monster,

but I'm so much better than you.

I've seen it all in a vision in a dream.

These things they were supposed to

happen, to make us weaker.

But you are the meek, Sir,

and I am the strong.