Island Universe [IN CONTINUATION*]

butterfly - poetry

"all you can do is cry,
tears drip over your blackened eye,
you sit alone in your room
never really knowing why.

you keep your head held high,
and tissues nearby,
for no matter how hard you try,
your head always remains in the sky.

and your alibi is a war cry,
set off to notify
others, that you simply wish to die,
only to be reincarnated as a butterfly."