they ****** the venom out with teeth impaled on my neck the butterflies that fluttered in my chest were actually moths finding a permanent nest i lost the growl in my voice the silence between my hurt i finally learned to fly without the help of the sad moon neither the shout of crimson red, bathing under the beautiful suit but all at once i ran out of rhyme as i gained the real paradise i deserve i threw the world of mine i threw the world untold
So it looked like that i wasn't the poetic fly i was before since i found happiness i was looking for.