I was the pretty butterfly
That nested in your bed
You took your little seeds of lies
And planted them within my head
And those seeds grew devine destruction
That fed my mind with fibs
The fibs, they smiled and they giggled
Like young, sweet children in my cribs
And I believed your tasty lies
Fed with a sugared smile
I was your pretty butterfly
That kept me fed for quite a while
One day you opened up your arms
And I flew in without a single care
I didn't focus on your fingers
I didn't see the blade in there
Using it to cut my wings
All I could do was weep and cry
How could you do this, after all
I was your pretty butterfly
You gently drop me from the ledge
You kept my wings but set me free
I'm just silly butterfly
And you're what death tastes like to me.
Quote is from the song 'Change(in the house of the flies)' by Deftones
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
