Mans fluttering wing

January 23, 2016

Lips like butterflies

On mouths of lies

Take these flames

And let them rise

Before his mouth

Housed of moths

Each as hollow

A skeletal tongue

Alone hangs wide

Hinged on choked

From his broken jaw alone

No words ever

His truth spoke

Shriveling it's lash

Now burnt to ash

Dear dear,

How ego won this fellow man

Drowned in desires

Fluttered in flames

From butterflies to moths

That lie

Again and again...

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