Dead butterflies

Dead butterflies

Your pretty words

Are complete nonsense,

Escaping your lips

Only to fall down

Like dead butterflies.

Only a fool can remark,

Their inner beauty,

Justify the crime

Of being empty inside.

So you feed the naive souls,

With lies and crave for their existence

In your life and head,

Because otherwise...

You’ll turn into a butterfly yourself...

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Some can’t live without lies anymore, it’s not a bad habit or an addiction, it’s the only way of living, achieving and gaining attention they know…