Your words dipped in purple , clarity unknown

Flowing deep inside everytime , A wonder slithers if any of it is real?

Once acknowldged common sense is gone , All swears of sobriety to leave you behind are broken.

Entering this cycle of that eternity then sorrow , Will it ever break? dipped in purple it leaves a mark a deep

violet that cannot be removed only fades. partially healed till it starts again.