Wicked Purple

A breath of paint running down my spine

I dare to say, my world is only mine

Igniting shades of lavender pigment

If you shall enter, prepare to burn down

A stack of mauve blood accumulated

Ripping this thin life, I so love

The trust I gave, she dare to stain without

I do not permit such act of spite

I scream silently, I broke apart, chuckling

You are warned for I own a mulberry knife

Imagine it pushing down your eyes

What a sight, a violet's delight.