The Violet Zone

Back to where I was born

A little blood, crimson red
And the ocean of pain, prussian blue
The violet zone was born
And cradled her thoughts
The times she would cry
The times she would go numb
The times she would attempt at her life
All written and decided here
Executed at random will
Thrashing her black and blue
Making her bleed warm red
She has violet bruises now
Who thought violet could be so violent?
It's not just any reason for her to be obsessed with violet.