Quietus Dreaming - Part One: Dead Wings of Butterflies

Dead wings of butterflies
Flutter through funeral eyes
Provoking the choking tears
Of thy misery and wasted years
Love and live the lies
Of a jaded and faded life
The truth, it flirts with pain
Seduced by suicidal gain
I’m content with dying alone
I’ve lived a life for which I cannot atone
All that’s left is a life of misery
A life that’s filled with the death of me

Bleeding as she masturbates
Making love to her hate
Her post-coital depression
Lead’s her not away from obsession
Obsessed with its wings
Dead wings and sharp things
The blade, the wrist, the pain
Just a small loss for the gain...

(...death)

I’m content with dying alone
I’ve lived a life for which I cannot atone
All that’s left is a life of misery
A life that’s filled with the death of me

Goodnight.