You're gonna carry that weight...
The Angel, the Rose, and the Butterfly Man
I dared to hope we'd reconcile,
But she glares at me with gaze reviled.
Angel, she, no longer mild,
Who by long ago I was beguiled.
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Thought I'd woken from the dream.
I, the knight, and she, the queen.
Left the kingdom most obscene,
Entered realm of starlight's gleam.
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Words are spoken, triggered pulled,
I'm hit, I fall, I'll die the fool.
Through wound re-opened, blood now pools.
Way of the world, the world is cruel.
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Fall into the Martian depths,
Ready to take final breaths.
Heart already has been cleft.
Above, rose has already left.
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Yet somehow I drift to shore.
Not yet knocked on Heaven's door.
What more does this life have in store,
For this walking shell with empty core?
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So stumble off into the dark.
Here's to joy, to life's grim lark.
I stumble, trip, it's time to cark.
And so onto the pavement park.
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Until there is a screaming girl.
Life, it seems, offers new Hell.
In ears, voice rings like church bell.
Emotions surge like stormy swell.
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Wants to take the Butterfly.
And though I'd rather up and die,
There's always marks to find and fry.
So this cowboy's once again on fly.
See you, space cowboy...