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I feel like a butterfly
Smeared upon fingers
Stained with my iridescence
Blurred sparkles that erase
All that I was and
Everything I hoped for
Lost, alone and colorless
I drift aimlessly forward
With no wings to guide me
Wondering at a world
Where beauty is destroyed
Without a thought towards cost
Is hate all there is?
Does wickedness
Touch everything?
Faint pink and blue glimmers
Remind me otherwise
But is it enough?
I yearn to see colors
I want to know the truth
Do you sparkle?
With a million colors
That defines you?
Or do you dare
Wipe away
All the color
That delineates the world
Leaving only smudges
Behind to erase
The pain that resides
Deep inside like me?
A beautiful butterfly defiled
Feeding on glittery remains
Shamed to be laid
So low, worse than evil
A cannibal thriving upon
Those of her own
Painting my lips with
A million colors, tears
That belongs to you
Can I paint your rainbow?
Will you let me
Lick your desires
Show you a love
A million times worse
Than you ever imagined
Crush your wings
Smear your colors
Devour you




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On Wednesday May 30th, 2007, Mab (1095) writes:
mmm..devour me! delicate yet fierce.I love the wanton vulnerability this made me feel...impressive piece!


On Wednesday May 30th, 2007, Nuri (199) writes:
Absolutely lovely. I feel this poem like a "butterfly smeared upon fingers". The delicate magical dust, the quiet thought of death and ugliness... This is Yay. I apologise for the lack of articulacy. :P


On Wednesday May 30th, 2007, Aunty Depressant (748) writes:
No one or thing should be shamed to be laid :P Lovely,... odd, I just wrote about taking off a butterfly's wings before reading this in regards to what the effect may be.


On Wednesday May 30th, 2007, Buttons (146) writes:
all i have to say is the only thing to say Beautiful...


On Wednesday May 30th, 2007, blue (1780) writes:
Indeed, wickedness touches all that meets the world without colour. The awe and splendor of life has seemingly been replaced with the falsity of the lording ego. Wonderful bleeding here. Blessed be. ~b



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