Look at that bloody thorn.
It was where my wing was torn.
I'm helpless, I can't fly.
I guess I'll just lay here and die.
The blood seeps out.
Is this what life is about?
I'm injured laying on the ground.
I sink in my mind, and drown.
It felt good to endure the pain,
But it will forever leave a stain.
I'm silently weeping.
Just put me out of my misery, and let me die,
I'm only a broken butterfly.
