Somewhere an old man dies
And a child is born
Mellifluous is the sound of his cries
To the ears of his mother
It's the start of a new life
An year later the child exclaims
Ah look! it's a butterfly
The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea...
In silence I must let my heart break. For to speak of this, a chaos would I make.
Look at me not, My face still holds the evidence of this event. Look at me not, Let me ask the devil for a new face to lent.
Ah! This smile seems the most real, to keep it I must. A feet or two away from me lest you see underneath and find the hurt.
Let time be the cure I need, Your acquaintance I require not. Let my soul with peace meet, Before this tongue decides to unwind and at you take a gunshot.
Be wary of the secrets I keep, With keeping them I have power. Even if this tongue is buried under sheets, I have other means to reveal your dark desires.
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Quick note: The line "tongue buried under sheets" means buried after death. Muslims wrap their dead in white sheets, that's why I included that.
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