🎤Girl Singing
I am made an Angel to fly;
I am made of butterflies.
[Stretches her arms in the black void, as if she has wings]
With feathered wings for flight;
The butterflies paint them bright.
[She turns her head, and smiles at seeing her wings that are invisible to everyone else]
Under the paint, black as inky Night;
They shrivel in the light.
[And explosion if deep purple come from behind her, and small tips of feathery wings are seen]
My love, the king of darkness, bestowed them unto me;
Told me how I ought to be.
[She rests her head on her hand, like a lovesick girl]
He's coming for me, coming to save;
Me from an early grave.
For the one who keeps me;
A madman he.
[She shudders at the thought]
Trapped here, my hope smashed;
When my love comes, I'll be freed at last,
From my dreams of shattered glass;
Free from this madman's constricting grasp.
[She reaches out for something, but her hand comes back cut and bloodied]
Until then, I'll stay in my mind;
Lest I become no more than a caged butterfly.
[She sits down, and rocks back and forth, chanting "Tick-tock, Tick-tock"]
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Confused? Me too, and I wrote the damn thing.
Ok, so tell me how you interpret it, and in a few chapters, I'll probably give an explanation.
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Music of Life
PoesíaThis is a book of songs and poems that I've written, and the theatrical versions of them that I think it would be. Hope you enjoy!
