catching a lonesome butterfly,
catching my breath's last chance.
my innocence flutters silently by,
as he enjoys a one sided romance.
flowing uphill in a damned river stream,
flowing blood on a strictly satisfied face.
my tears shield me with the veil of a dream,
as he reminds me of this filthy place.
flashing lights of a camera, pictures of a sin.
flashing nights of memory, pictures from within.
finding a butterfly, broken winged and dead.
finding my innocence, abandoned on this bed.
tears flow downhill, as the blood goes to my mind.
strength fails as memories spill, crushed butterflies are blind.
hungry for more, he returns for beauty to feed on.
desperately naked on the floor, I look for a blanket to bleed on.
crushed butterflies are blind to tragedy's unlovely fate,
unblessed with the ability, I'm reeled in by his deceiving bait.
born regretfully with sight, I watch myself lose who I am.
fighting for my fading life but no one gives a damn.
because a butterfly is useless without the colors of peace
without a sense of flight, imprisoned from release.
I've been caught by his unfaithful hands,
they feel me. they squeeze me. they crush me.
I've been forced by his selfish demands,
to feel him. to squeeze him. to love him.
no butterfly can survive memories that haunt with blame
colors fade with innocence, replaced by permanent shame.
i'm a worthless butterfly, painted with black and white,
my colors have been stolen by evil hands at night.
Gold trophy winner
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