Fucked up little butterfly,
Bears the sorrow as he fly,
Wings bejeweled with lies,
Trying to reach the skies.

He aims for the apogee,
But landed on nadir,
Tired of searching for remedy,
He's lost in the mid-air.

No nectar can quinche his thirst,
The humid air can't dry his tears,
Lost in an unknown hemisphere,
His notion shattered his atmosphere.

Fucked up little butterfly,
Full of what ifs and whys,
Trying everything to survive,
He's dead inside but still alive.

© Midnight Rain