Purple hearts, purple figures, purple hands, bitter flavored places
Why do birds cease to chant in the purple chests?
They must have suffocated on the crimson tears of wounds.
A dark shadow emerges from the sun
He smiles grimly at the disfigured bodies
And whispers tear of a salty texture
Fire arises in the hearts of the flowers
Purple flames of sadness cuddle the sleeping
They smirk silkily with black kissed smiles
Heaven gates open in the skies
How come those who live never witness such divine beauty?
The world bath in purity
