Crimson Butterflies, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

Drops slithering, gathering, falling,
Clearly down my body,
Trying to rinse away my espression,
Trying to wash away despair,
But I'm slipping, gradually falling,
Deeply into shadows,
Trying to pretend that nothing's missing,
Trying to act like I don't care,

But I'm d
         r
          o
           p
            p
             i
              n
               g,
Through time,
Nothing. Is. Enough.
I hope the ~b~u~t~t~e~f~l~i~e~s~ you provide,     
Prove to lift me up,

Drops collecting, pooling, dripping,
In a crimson rain,
Trying to carry away my worries,
Trying to bleed away the stress,
But pain's collecting, pooling, slipping,
Out of my control,
Trying to stray me into trouble,
Trying to come out best,

And I'm d
         r
          o
           p
            p
             i
              n
               g,
Through time,
Nothing. Is. Enough.
I hope the ~b~u~t~t~e~f~l~i~e~s~ you provide,     
Prove to lift me up.


              
Posted: 2006-03-12 04:38:35 UTC

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