Cursed Butterfly
Time to hide once again
Time to sink and slip away
Back to the shadows I belong in
Where for death I will pray
Time to cloak myself in darkness
Time to feel cold inside
The immortal curse of emptiness
For I who never died
Time to resume bleeding
Time to dream once more
Back I go into the twisted cocoon
To have nightmares evermore
Time for isolation
Time to be deaf and blind
And lose any and all sensations
To once again be left behind
A/N: May not make much sense, but I'm loving the darkness and
angst. It's so depressing! ^_^ Wow, probably kinda sad that I
like dark depressing stuff so much. It kinda makes me happy
in a way. Does that make me twisted? Or just a teenager?