riddle me this
her words soft,quiet, and painted in violet, the words that riddled me a song that abandonedly danced me to creat her silent footstep. i tore down all the pictures i painted, her eyes green and dialated. the choirs sing to the empire to inspire a revolution, this is my problem with no solution. the choirs sing me to sleep to find the riddle and the riddle is me. Now that ive figured that out i am my own problem and i am my own solution. you must be the cure to your curse. my words soft. quiet, and painted in red, the words that riddled a song that abandonedly danced you to create a silent scream......