Influx of Colours

Being Purple

My 10 minutes of effort of writing a poem which i supposed to use a week to do.
My lecturer said it sounded like a song.

"She opened the door
God oh God show me the right path
She walked and walked
She thought she could find what she yearns
She cried out but nothing came to her.
No doves, no angels, no light
The world blessed her with no sight
Blessed her with deafness
I don't want to see or hear anything
I want to be in a maze
I would rather be in a relationship
with spongebob squarepants
She would rather sink in sin
than choose the "right" path."

I am a fagger not a drinker.