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Ugly are your wings so drab and dark Softly bending against rippled bark Golden borders with spots of blue Dreary patterns of somber hue Mourningcloak you are a fraud A butterfly severely flawed Unbeautiful as your name implies The ugliest of all butterflies Mental illness makes for fragile wings Always falling short of better things A dolorous sight of stark despair And restless flights that go nowhere Strange specimen caught in a net To choose to live is to forget That life will end but death won’t come In the killing jar you just go numb Through rounded glass will life transform And taste so sweet of chloroform A soothing bane breathed in real deep Faint distractions drift fast asleep Isolation keeps you who you are Death is endless in the killing jar Wings held outstretched on the spreading board Pass deathless moments where time’s ignored Pins pierce the body and puncture through To hold you here but you’re not you Pinned and labeled put on display Pressed in a box and forced to stay Immortalized in a private case In solitude to hang in place Repulsive feckless Mourningcloak Now the symbol of life’s cruelest joke
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Inside the Killing Jar
Ugly are your wings so drab and dark Softly bending against rippled bark Golden borders with spots of blue Dreary patterns of somber hue Mourningcloak you are a fraud A butterfly severely flawed Unbeautiful as your name implies The ugliest of all butterflies Mental illness makes for fragile wings Always falling short of better things A dolorous sight of stark despair And restless flights that go nowhere Strange specimen caught in a net To choose to live is to forget That life will end but death won’t come In the killing jar you just go numb Through rounded glass will life transform And taste so sweet of chloroform A soothing bane breathed in real deep Faint distractions drift fast asleep Isolation keeps you who you are Death is endless in the killing jar Wings held outstretched on the spreading board Pass deathless moments where time’s ignored Pins pierce the body and puncture through To hold you here but you’re not you Pinned and labeled put on display Pressed in a box and forced to stay Immortalized in a private case In solitude to hang in place Repulsive feckless Mourningcloak Now the symbol of life’s cruelest joke
andrew-t-hannah
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
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