princess-purple:

It was my fault

I fell in love with the devil

Painted Purple

Gripping onto the beauty I once found

Gasping as I slip farther down

You hold my breath at the tip of your finger

I see the shift in your demeanor

Pretty girl painted purple and blues

Fragile, broken and bruises

In the corner; the one he abuses

My fingers turn to razor blades

Memories turn to grays

Trauma and passion and everything fades

Drowning in dreams of blood

Washing away the reality we were made of

Red, blue, purple and black

Feel it coming before the attack

-AR

Damn

I was something

Pretty and purple

Princess of beauty

What did I let you do to me?