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[sid] => 11382
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Don't Kill the Messenger
[time] => 2003-01-27 06:20:00
[hometext] => this is another one written during a period when i was taking alot of Wellbutrin. the messenger is a black butterfly i've often written about. sometimes he is an omen, sometimes a blatant messenger, other times he represents my "soul". in this "poem" he has come back in time to tell me that he has witnessed my death.
[bodytext] => i caressed his still bloody wings
and listened as he told me most of what he had seen he wouldn't come right out and say it but, it was written all over his tiny face it was almost over over for me, therefore, over for him he was weeping and who could blame him? he had gone forward and helplessly witnessed the Destruction of his Keeper and, therefore, his own violent Demise he said to me: "you know, i could've been an Angel a being of infinite beauty instead, i chose to be this a butterfly a messenger, a symbol i could've been above this pure...beyond the reach of Death i could've been..." i see now that all the things i've come to love it is too late to save life in the past is no life at all only memories revived by sorrow and regret all that has already happened has come back for a final dance and as the last song fades, i'll wake alone not in a bed but back in my Black Garden on my throne of ***** it has become almost meaningless through the passage of time as most things tend to do i'll rot alone in the shadows of my mind surrounded by pieces of you i'll put them together but it won't be the same just overused memories faded and lame time will pass and i'll lose my face someone new will appear to take my place in the hearts of those i held so close all my fault this is the path i chose but, for now, i sob with a Dead Butterfly knowing that, soon i too will Die [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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