The colors rise 

sweet butterflies

Lovely beasts 

that burn my eyes

 

That beauty dies

In ugly lies 

I'm just a butterfly

whose wings have been chopped off

 

I cut them off

I'de had enough

I did it carelessly

and ever since

life has been rough 

 

Stuck on this web

I build a home

but I know

I know

I'll have to live alone

 

Or they'll smack me down

with a magazine

Death will come 

but I'de prefer

that mine be clean 

 

Hope is gone

but I miss the skies

out the window, I stare 

at falling butterflies