Hear the mourning of his heart
hear the echo reaching higher
the flies buzz to the dead girl
who's body is impailed on wire.
Her organs are on a timer
decaying and rotting well
the whole wire is still rusting
and its colliding with the smell.
Her lungs,
no longer pump air
they've inverted and are gray
she's been here such a while
and her face has notions of decay.
Her veins,
no longer flow with blood
they are dead and dry
her eyes are now visionless
she cannot produce a cry.
Her liver,
failed and now is stale
with relentless cleansing of the soul
her liver is now lifeless, but at least her corpse is whole.
Her murderer will not be found
he will get away perfectly clean
I know this for a fact, for I'm the only one who seen.
He pulled her hair
until it ripped from her skull
and blood started to seep
it was almost an incredible dream
I honestly thought I was asleep.
But still there was something
you could only see from inside
it was her heart that still thumped
even though she died.
And how I know this is because
I was the girl thats dead
I was my own murderer
when my wings started to shred.
I look again, back at the bloody girl, whom is so reconizable, and to my surprise, she looks back at me from this mirror, and she turns into tiny butterflies.
