"Hit me"
Violent Violet, hands sunk in her sides
She stumbles up stairs, into my eyes
Lense flairs, shines on old dreams
Skin tears, stung to the seam
Stencil me sickly dear
I need you to scream
The curtains that hang
Wrap round my sleep
My mirrored chest
Holding your head just as deep
As it needs to be
Won't you wake up?
I've something to tell you.
"If you're going to hit me,
Hit me".
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