Violet
violence from the past/
Instead of
sands, it’s lives in the hour glass/
The grass
is never greener but it’s fine there’s a wall we put up/
Cut the
sleeves leave the heart untouched/
We keep
trying but the failure keeps us feeling sane/
Never knew
history would have this part of a brain/
We go
insane as the pain makes flames/
But the
process is apart of the fame/
Artistic
never pessimistic, we insist it/
The future
is the present the past never envisioned/
We hoping
that we present the last with this image/
Bout how we
never love the process, we just kiss it/
Lip lock
with the mission of journeys that never end/
Where the
journey just becomes the friend/
Love the not destination, you may never reach the end/
Make your process. The End.
