Light Is Fleeting

I fell like a broken angel,
From the cloud I stood on,
I plummeted to the ground,
Far from the sky I lost all the light,
That took me so long to find,
It's like the gasp of delight,
As the butterfly stays alight on your hand,
To the fleeting glance as it flits away,
Something so beautiful,
Only lasts for a moment,
Even in photos the nature of that second,
That took your breath away,
Can not be correctly captured,
But only frozen in place.

Darkness corrupts my mind,
Attached to me as a burdock,
Is attached to a dog's tail,
And no matter how fast I run,
It will not let me free of it,
Every time I try to pretend it's not there,
It shows up like the scars on my skin,
Words written in permanent black ink,
No longer are there butterflies,
But plenty of monsters eating my mind,
Attracted like black little fruit flies,
And so they thrive, the darkness, in my mind,
While I sit on the ground wistfully,
Waiting and wishing for light.