Tainted Butterfly
This is my life, don't you see
Pure jealousy has taken over me
My wings clipped and my neck broken
The demon inside of me has awoken
You left me heart and soul for the last time
Your words spoken as I caused the true crime
My body dies down and the cold breaks me down
Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown
My lungs seize to take in more air
But i tell myself... he doesn't care...
I take my last breath and close my eyes
My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries
They all stand around and look down at me there
Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair
An untimely death was one I was destined to behold
But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold
Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black
The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack
Lowered below the ground my body is taken
Never again for the butterfly to awaken
Copyright © Christine Jensen | Year Posted 2010
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