Silence Of The Violet

Its late,

Talking to a pen,

Got an empty page,

And a soul on Outrage.

Foe is the silence,

Without any face,

Cause whatever I try to write,

Its destroying the whole slate.

To flip the cage,

I change the page,

So I write Violet,

On the page.

The silence escape,

Through a Violet dot on the slate,

Beholding every color of the Violet rays,

That only a Violet in silence can relate.

A beautiful massacre

Of silence, like the page know,

Its my ink turn Violet,

Like I'm Violet, the Violet knows.