"Purple Clouds" By Arcassin Burnham
As thick as sin,
With multiple lips,
Climbing up the walls,
I guess she's taking trips,
Smokes everywhere,
Hell started in the room tonight,
Wouldn't even hurt if I had to put up a fight,
Cuts on my face,
The preacher still praying now,
Everybody is dead in the party but their not laying down,
Sometimes I fight with my mother,
There's nothing that could make her proud,
They say,
You said it would be alright,
I keep on saying,
For now.
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