MysticalBurrito
February 14th, 2010, 06:03 PM
The pain,
And the bleeding.
Her wings have been cut off
She can’t fly from this mess anymore
The butterfly has turned gray and black,
The colors rubbed off.
You hold these scissors and laugh at her tears,
The pleasure it gives you will last a minute,
Her tears will last a lifetime.
She cries,
You swim in her tears,
Tasting the salt.
The butterfly she once was is gone,
And you take advantage of it.
Her fears,
The tears,
Your cheers.
The emptiness in her soul,
Pressured to the point of despair.
The yelling,
The laughing,
The crying,
And the dying.
Stealing her wings was just a joke,
And you played along.
And the bleeding.
Her wings have been cut off
She can’t fly from this mess anymore
The butterfly has turned gray and black,
The colors rubbed off.
You hold these scissors and laugh at her tears,
The pleasure it gives you will last a minute,
Her tears will last a lifetime.
She cries,
You swim in her tears,
Tasting the salt.
The butterfly she once was is gone,
And you take advantage of it.
Her fears,
The tears,
Your cheers.
The emptiness in her soul,
Pressured to the point of despair.
The yelling,
The laughing,
The crying,
And the dying.
Stealing her wings was just a joke,
And you played along.