Flutterbys in My Heart

[thefaeway]

In rhythm, in tune
with the flutterbys,
in their endeavor

to rule the skies
of my insides
so dark, so
dreadfully dreary.

Should I chance?
Should I dance?
The tune itself
could kill me.

I wish I may
I wish I might
last 'til the end
of the ropes tonight.

Standing here
amidst our peers
offering myself,
it's all I can.

I don't think I can.
You might reject
in dialect
so kindly to my ears.

But the camera isn't
quite as kind.
My sadness will be painted
everywhere.

A picture of my soul
for everyone to see.
To scoff and mock
and make believe.

The flutterbys,
their fossil-wings
such weakly things
give the camera

red-eyed glances
while they tap-dance
and flash a skeletal grin.

March 12, 07 - February 8, 08