Butterfly

I move coldly
Eyes held high
Letting time
Numb my sorrows

Flavorless landscapes
White and cold sun
It takes just a little
To crush my joys

I move painfully towards distant horizons
The heart indifferent, heavy, gnawed by grief

Trauma! Torpor! Disgust! Will hasten my fall!
Sadness! Pain! Everywhere! You will haunt my days!

Oh, it is me
And I cry
For what I could be

Should I off myself?
Leave no mark
Life is killing me
Get me out!

Oh, it was me
And I cried
For what I should have been