Rotten Beauty

Butterfly’s broken wings
The way the mourning people sing
Neglected flowers in a vase
The raindrops rolling down your face
Flames licking a love poem
A crooked, cracked house’s den
Feeling a potion of regret
A purple twilight, or better yet
Bruised petals
Rusted metals
Falling doves
Children’s love
Rods of lightning
Clock strikes midnight
A dull knife on bleeding skin
Over years cloth runs thin

Tell me once or twice, galore
The exit really has no door
You may not see,
You may not feel it
But it’s there for you to know
Like an ever tiny snowflake
Falling down, the Earth will shake
We close the wounds that burn our flesh
And throw out all the rest
Screaming at the ashen sky
The children sinking don’t know why
We’re stuck between the clashes
And we can’t feel any pain
But the burning that’s inside us
Will not break out this way
Beauty come and beauty goes
But only through pain will you ever know.