Butterflies in Hell

by StandStill   May 11, 2008


Every tear's reflective,
reflective of this pain
pain from a guilty conscience
she's afraid to do it again

Tears don't douse the flames
the ones that burn in her private hell
the clock's frozen now, unmoving
she's trapped here, can't you tell?

Broken heart's in her throat
every beat kills her a little more
fragile butterfly wings for wrists
every day get a little sore

She thinks she must be mute
everyone went away
even though she screamed her throat raw
now she has nothing left to say

Broken butterfly wings
so fauxly attatched to her back
pallid desire for hatred
builds in her heart's every crack

Can you hear her now?
She's screaming, can't you tell?
the choice is yours, my dear,
will you save a butterfly from hell?

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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    First off, I love the title, it's captivating and very creative.

    Simplicity of this piece excellently highlighted emotions that you described. I think that many people can relate to this write and I am certainly one of them. I really like your writing style, your pieces are always filled with refreshing ideas and creative descriptions. The topic that you wrote about here is a bit cliche yet you made it sound so original and captivating. You expressed heartfelt sorrow from the beginning to the end. I think that you should rearrange and add some punctuation signs through the piece to create more powerful rhythm but other than that I don't have any critic for this piece.
    Greatly done.

    My favorite stanza is:

    - Tears don't douse the flames
    the ones that burn in her private hell
    the clock's frozen now, unmoving
    she's trapped here, can't you tell?-

    5/5 from me

  • 16 years ago

    by XxxBeenThereRockedThatxxX

    Loved how you made it ryhme....you have a great choice of words in this one...keep writing....

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