The Mastered Art of Loneliness
Empty and Broken
The Silence Fills me
Not a word is spoken
Penetrated by my mastered art
A chained butterfly
Longing to be free of my part
A butterfly cannot be kept in chains
Free the external soul
The external is all that remains
Empty and borken
The silence fills me
Not a word is spoken
Scars are a fleck on my porcelain skin
I tried to reach deeper
A badge of honor, symbol of sin
I am left filled only with hollow shame
The art of loneliness
The tug of pain on my heart is the same
Falling deeper into me
A butterfly without flight
The finality I long to see
Drowning in all that is lost
A butterfly pinned
Life will be replaced at any cost
Eternal emptiness, Eternal art
Loneliness consumes the soul
It's not enough to have a part
A silk wing falls to the ground
Heavenly breath
The butterfly vanquished - no sound
Empty and broken
The silence fills me
Not a word is spoken
