Butterfly Cage

You easily see through my skin of glass
and know exactly how torn my wings are.
The seemingly random patterns, I can't remember how they once were.
Say, It must be at the expense of our blood.
For reason that don't relate us.
Say, shouldering my weakened soul.
It's one thing I won't leave behind.

Tainted world, butterflies trapped in a cage.
Torn wings yet still so beautiful.
Devoted to hurt, tearing away at the wings.
So, how much is left?

Trapped and imprisoned, wrapped cocoon.
Holding myself for comfort in closing solitude.
May I just taste the rain for once, to perfect my painted despair.
So, beautiful things aren't needed from here,
I can't be rid of my heart.
So, desperation encasing me to panic,
still whos around to hear my screams?

Tries...
Take a breath, pull me underneath, below the surface I'am missing.
There...
Delusion dreams made from receding hope.
I'll wait a little more.

Why, take away the final part of hope.
It sank deeper into the abyss.
Why, make me the one to have to watch?
I've had enough of everything.

Tries...
To break me down, I won't give in, The cage's cold how it burns me.
There...
Illusions trickery made almost reality.
Just save me now.

The end is finally here still I can't start a new beginning.
My past just haunts my future.
Echos between my scars, they cry so much for relief that I fail to find.
If I looked back to find it's but a dream.
Will it mean I'm too broken to move forward?
It doesn't matter, the damage is too severe.
Just go.

The fightings over now, the fightings over now.
Lay down to sleep...