Freshman - 505 Points (09/1965 / Australia)

My Dark, Black Butterfly... - Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

Waiting here in my lonely white padded room
The silence being all too loud and too cruel
I'm cold, and alone, but they don't really care
On the side of a road they left me somewhere

But I ended up sitting here, bleeding and barefoot
On my face an evil smile and a wicked look
Wait! I can hear her coming through the air
For just last night we played truth or dare

Altho​ ugh​ she didn't really talk that much
And she never at all lets me gently touch
Her gossamer dark little broken velvet wings
But when she comes along, the angels sing

She's my only friend through these days
But by every evening she flies away
She shares my darkness in this room
Somet​ imes​ she whisper'​ s​ that I'm doomed

She makes me think that I'm losing my mind
Searc​ hing​ for some peace I know I can't find
Her wings are broken, she wants to break mine
Someh​ ow​ without her here I feel perfectl​ y​ fine

I feel her presence close, I know she's already here
She plays upon the strings of my mind and fears
She's circling around me, and looking into me
She somehow knows exactly what I think or feel

Room'​ s​ filled with loud silence and bright darkness
She knows she's making me become a real mess
She’s filling my mind with doubts and fears
And quietly whispers insanity in both of my ears

Once I thought butterflies were sweet and free
But this one here is bad, and meant to torture me
I hide my scars, my bleeding cuts and bruises
For in this game there's no room for losers

I know I could just catch and hide her away
But then a part of me would start to hurt
Sure I'm sober, and I know I'm still sane
I'd like to watch her disappear all the same

I was told I have to have to walk my road alone
But for some reason she always comes along
On her broken wings at night she flutters away
But for now my new 'friend' black butterfly will stay

I know in my heart that one day I will grow strong
Then she can't hurt me like she's done for so long
On that day I will finally hear my black butterfly cry
And then with glee, I she slowly dies...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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