these purple marks are like pemanent tattoos painted on my arm skin are the sign of violence roaming around my midnight mind from my fist to a continuous punch all around where it lands.
they are the evidences of how dangerous it was when the stars starts to shine even before the light of the sun leave the horizon's palm.
the rainbow of my mind through the overlapping swollen dark circles over a new and fresh red smacks are the highlights of my personality and maybe it's not appealing but for me, it's how brave i become.
and sometimes, they hurt so much but i never care about physical pain and death with these because this world is so cruel i couldn't hurt myself more than my mind can.
