The Black Butterfly






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dawnvalley
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A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.

The Black Butterfly

by dawnvalley This is probably the most abstract poem that I've made, I hope you understand the meaning of my writings :)

Begone,

Begone, the Black Butterfly,

Begone, the Black Butterfly, the wings from your Beautiful Body,

Begone, the Black Butterfly, the wings from your Beautiful Body, could never heal my Brain dead Behavior.

Because of me,

Because of me, who was Bad and Broken,

Because of me, who was Bad and Broken, lying By myself,

Because of me, who was Bad and Broken, lying By myself, in this Bed of Burden,

Because of me, who was Bad and Broken, lying By myself, in this Bed of Burden, was still walking Between these Blizzards.

Be it some Breezes and Blazes,

Be it some Breezes and Blazes, Be it some Bites and Beatings,

Be it some Breezes and Blazes, Be it some Bites and Beatings, Be it a Butcher with Blades.

Beneath this Bulky Breath,

Beneath this Bulky Breath, used to Be a Blissful Bridge,

Beneath this Bulky Breath, used to Be a Blissful Bridge, a Boundary,

Beneath this Bulky Breath, used to Be a Blissful Bridge, a Boundary, connecting my Biological Border,

Beneath this Bulky Breath, used to Be a Blissful Bridge, a Boundary, connecting my Biological Border, with my Blind Bravery.

Bothered with these Blood and Bruises,

Bothered with these Blood and Bruises, desperately Begging for some Biblical Blessings,

Bothered with these Blood and Bruises, desperately Begging for some Biblical Blessings, hoping that you are not a Behalf,

Bothered with these Blood and Bruises, desperately Begging for some Biblical Blessings, hoping that you are not a Behalf, Bestowed from Beyond.

Begone now,

Begone now, the Black Butterfly.

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