Shackled Butterfly

Finally, I’ve escaped the chaos of life, I’ve been anxiously waiting for this day to arrive. Then you returned and disturbed my tranquil tune. You are bringing chaos where I once silenced the moon. Your shadow grew darker I’m trapped in your prison Again I'm detained in the cyclical dreams of escapism. Truly, your hostility is grossly obscene. Your essence, unclean, is captured by dark routines. Undoubtedly, you are a charlatan indulging in excessive folly. You reek of deception, like your breath stench of baloney. Your mask frayed, revealing you're a bona fide phoney. Deceptive fatalities that resulted in dark ceremonies Awakened by the reality of my repeated testimony True to its nature, a zebra does not change its stripes. Demons do not correct their wrong or release the truth of their lies. Having been deceived once, I cannot allow it again. You are free to return to your dominion’s den. Where your tainted soul releases its toxic fumes. Falsification suffocates as it leads to my ultimate doom. I discerned you returned at the adversary’s request. You intended to expose my esteems’ unrest. Through my journey, I’ve finally set my soul free. I have unfastened the lock that held my peace. Beginning a path I’ve rightfully earned. To celebrate the growth for which I’ve yearned.