sameness

A Poem by winter;lyra

purple deaths before friday
just don't feel right
what is it, your kind of murder?
i'm stuck in the sameness jen has spoke of...
i'm thinking of some folklore
i'm thinking of some false hopes
a game with a stale goal
yeah i could spice it up
yeah i know but i don't know
because i'm always home and all i know is the walls and the lucky holes in the soil
in the prison i've grown acquainted with

then i'm a saint
because i'm always strange to that evil...
it thinks of things beyond me
i can only dream to piece his feats
and find peace in cheaper words
-that's my apology
-what's your apology?