Thy Fearful Symmetry

Your Love is like a Butterfly,
It flutters around me all day


When it tries to land on me,
It singes of my skin.

Today there was a butterfly in my room, and I caught it in my hands and took it to the window.

I felt it’s frenzy as it entombed in the cocoon formed by my hands.

I set it free, only to realise that I had sent it outside into the cold December.

Interference resulting in Demise, thus is the way of humanity.

Die Die Die My Darling..


~ by zombieteapot on January 4, 2010.

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