While purple shadows drape the walls
A face is coldly pressed against the glass
Peering out as the sun quickly falls
Into the night’s cool grasp

Icy wind from the distant hills
Fiercely blows between the wooden slats
Standing naked and trembling in the chill
One cannot help but face the facts

The purple shadows on the walls will find
Old tricks to play in brutal turn
On the deep unfathomable waters of the mind
As the numbness begins to burn

A chilling truth is left to face the dawn
Surrounded by the light of reason
As the crushing weight of enlightenment alone
Makes the heart commit treason