The Violet Hour
2.30 am, the world outside is dead
And I am frozen in my own dreamland
Rose scented candles, placed on every mantel
Love is the only arson, done with good intention
There's a storm coming and the quiet is telling me how
I could survive it but is it what I really want now?
All the vultures circling my head tell me my reputation is dead
What I want now doesn't really matter
All I want now is to have mattered
My violet orchids and your undisputed
Haunted mannerisms that leave me helpless
My fingers shaking and your hands solid
Brave the aftermath, because that's when you lose focus
I'm perusing the wreckage and trying to figure out
How my stars and planets aligned enough to get me out
All the vultures circling my head tell me my reputation is dead
What I want now doesn't really matter
All I want now is to have mattered
You wouldn't believe my flowers were once thorns
All my cups were empty now they're overflowing gold
I couldn't give up my sleep to scheme like a dark horse
It's now resting in me all the battles I never fought
And it's torturing me, all the love I drowned out
The only thing that gave me peace in the violet hour
A cryptic means to let you know how I feel is sour
And fighting me is a stupid way to lose all that power
I'm taking back the writings on the wall that spite my name
I'm terrible enough to poison the game
All the vultures circling my head, tell me my reputation is dead
What I want now doesn't really matter
All I want now is to have mattered.
-auctor

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