Dead Butterflies


Everyday I wake up to negativity
I walk on burning sand
Where happiness goes to die
Then I ride with hatred and pain
On a bus that could burn you alive
An endless sea of people
And not one sees my truth
I walk this earth
With a mask of happy bright rainbows
When in reality
My heart is full of burned rubble
Perhaps one day my heart and soul will be able
To have a beautiful star
To revolve around
With lies and pain in its pursuit
From the dream of love and peace
Happiness and sunny days
Is now the nightmare of hatred an despair
Pain and darkness
All things good have died
And evil has absolute reign
Over the city of life
Before I could fly but now I am a dead butter fly

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