Dark Project Butterfly
Hardened memories long lost gone
Like a brook life carries on.
Love and faith is bondage,
Sans no faith its too long.
In my time of vexed up days,
Pointed fingers, thoughts malign...
If this beauty is skin deep,
Ugliness will poison thine.
No more clouds in summer sky,
No more walls enclose myself,
A pair of wings in open fields,
No more breeze that goes unfelt.
Made a promise to myself,
Never to die in sorrow.
Freedom of this moment
Is worth the death tomorrow.
