Today he doesn't fight it

Rubs his eyes for shades of violet

He decidedly shortsighted

Pseudo-silently self violent

There he goes again

Round round round his head

Down down down instead

Where's he going?

He's going down

Tonight he pleads to moonbeams

Is he as miserable in his dreams?

Is this sky as dark as it seems?

Is there a vaccine for bad genes?

So there he goes again

Stacks his house of cards

On his doubts and scars

Scared of growing

It gets harder each time to start

Another confrontation with the universe

My patience falters to outbursts

Complacence fosters true perverse

Construction on your future

While destruction's all you see

Trying to people please

With scrapes on my hands and knees (I learned)

When pharma pushed fake serotonin, body fought it

Compassion is a super power, marvel bought it

And I would rather feel the pain than autopilot

Not hung up on those black and whites

I'm ultraviolet

Violet

Tomorrow he'll be farther

From the sins of his father

Took great care to see the other

Took a scare to see this color

So here it goes again

Found found found his head

Disallowed his dread

World keeps on turning