angst
the angst
oh! the angst
so theatrical, drama queen
a butterfly with shredded wings
a tear that creeps so silently
across a pale and perfect cheek
and blood!
blood
that flows like rivers
across that pale, smooth skin
the very same
and the petals of lillies
that flutter, and lie still
at the delicate feet of a broken flower
of youth, struck down too soon
and oh! the angst
the sadness that tears apart
her very being
no one kows, no one knows
and no one wishes to
and yet, they do
so shed a tear, of suff'ring one
lie down amongst the gravestones
lie back and cry
as the butterflies limp by