Manifestation Of Manical Thought

Flit around my head
Like silent crying butterflies
Losing all my sense
As I float around in lies

Your stealing away my thought
Chasing away my sane
This is why I hate
Because of you my bane

Things are not to be
But these are not yet done
You'll flit around in here
Like moths around the sun

So chase away my hopes
Laugh away my dreams
Because its this fate I'm due
Or this is how it seems
AgeonAngel AgeonAngel
Jul 19, 2010