Black Butterfly

Forest fires burning behind your mind,

Fires of red leaving you blind,

Soul screaming into the embers left behind,

Why am I alive? A question that permeates the misery

Existing when you're in pain, is like drowning endlessly,

You feel the ice water scorching your lungs but you don't sleep,

How can someone dream when they are in pain?

Tears fall for the faces that are blurred out from your mind,

An infestation of bad energy, and memories that lurks inside,

Waiting to strike when you let doubt create a fairytale

You never think that you can prevail, so you go to the bottle.

Time freezes, the trees are destroyed, the ground is scorched,

The air becomes nothing but sulfur and dark smoke,

Pain and anger it just chokes you, infects you with lies,

For a while you try to resist but it lures you back in with indifference

It's not just an illness but a nasty, vile, salivating demon.

Sadness, is nothing like this,

The pain infects your body then it spreads

Like a black butterfly cocooning inside of your heart,

Poisoning it until you die,

The cause of death was depression not suicide.