I'm too fool to be this empty
Though they say I'm full of life
I'm just filling this void with death.
Butterflies are ugly and they never learnt to fly
You filmed their wings
I saw them in the screen when my breath was cold as ice.
I sing like sirens, I let it go.
I will wait for you to miss me
Although I was never yours.
Dancing to the blues at midnight
Darling, these are all the clues I've got.
© The poem showed above was entirely written and recorded by Marina Kaysen.
I own its rights, and it should not be reproduced or copied without explicit permission of the author.
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