Luyện nghe bài hát Purple

Sweet sweet like a thundercloud but tears are
rain fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING
wanting not to be weak woe empty hands-she's on
the on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like
thunder it in her ears slapping thunder
splashing in the of her tears lungs heaving
from the crashing dying dreaming that was from
her heart while BEATING and dropped all red and
here, on this tile floor. Now there is a hole
inside, where the ghosts and hide, whispering
white wilting of woe, hungry ugly crunchy
things, HORRIBLE NASTY THINGS. in her head
her mother "spreading like a whore". weeping
wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead
dreaming, wanting to be wanted and nothing
more.