It’s Secondary

Purple, Green,

Colors that seem so far apart. On other ends of the spectrum. 

In conglomeration, 

Our reality is nothing more than a fragile fantasy, 

Contrasting wild, Deep cleansing our souls of you and me, 

Purple swims with green mixing and spinning,

A beautiful collage,

But the merging is sinking, Purple tries to take Green,

And wins.

Purple. Green.

Purple never wanted to take Green. 

It's just inevitability. 

Is a win a win when you lose a friend from this ferocity. 

Purple is sick with a Brown that takes over. 

Filled with hatred not for Green but for itself.