The Violets

The sun smiles upon the violets

And it becomes greyed by clouds

Now why it scarcely shines

For all the world combines

Hard looks at its simplicity

Garners only maleficent impulses

Lost in the twilight stars

But, whatever passes through the night

It lodges deep in the confines

Of a broken heart

Never to rise above its endless plight

Seemingly entrenched in the cold, dark mire

Oh, where there was a loving desire

That came from your tempting heart

And I am torn apart

By the monstrosity of tortured memories

I am like a man who has lost gravity

Cannot keep my feet still

Cannot keep my heart from beating

Because it is hopelessly entrenched

In the cold, dark mire

Where there was a loving desire

In your  maleficent kiss