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Angry Butterflies.
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When the darkest of the night begins,
it separates me from everything;
from the ground where I am standing to the ceiling that makes me dazed.
I absorb as I think clearly.
Quietly.
And things become different.
Then wall speaks.
Scream in my ear rings like never stopping bells.
All those lost things come back, flying.
There I close my eyes to see;
the vague image of angry butterflies...
flapping their broken wings constantly reminds me
that, everything what I had once was real and I still have that everything if I like to believe.
But somehow, it feels I don't care to believe cause I feel I am happier this way.
And these angry butterflies go and vanish into the grayish abyss.
Never to come back.
While, here I keep wandering... what it was for?
Those anger.[/font]
When the darkest of the night begins,
it separates me from everything;
from the ground where I am standing to the ceiling that makes me dazed.
I absorb as I think clearly.
Quietly.
And things become different.
Then wall speaks.
Scream in my ear rings like never stopping bells.
All those lost things come back, flying.
There I close my eyes to see;
the vague image of angry butterflies...
flapping their broken wings constantly reminds me
that, everything what I had once was real and I still have that everything if I like to believe.
But somehow, it feels I don't care to believe cause I feel I am happier this way.
And these angry butterflies go and vanish into the grayish abyss.
Never to come back.
While, here I keep wandering... what it was for?
Those anger.[/font]
Published 1st Apr 2012
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17th Sep 2012 6:47pm
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