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Inside the Killing Jar

Ugly are your wings so drab and dark          
Softly blending against rippled bark  
Golden borders with spots of blue                
Dreary patterns of somber hue  
   
Mourningcloak you are a fraud          
A butterfly severely flawed  
Unbeautiful as your name implies      
The ugliest of all butterflies  
   
Mental illness makes for fragile wings  
Always falling short of better things  
A dolorous sight of stark despair  
And restless flights that go nowhere                          
   
Strange specimen caught in a net                  
To choose to live is to forget  
That life will end but death won’t come          
In the killing jar you just go numb  
   
Through rounded glass will life transform        
And taste so sweet of chloroform    
A soothing bane breathed in real deep            
Faint distractions drift fast asleep    
              
Isolation keeps you who you are                          
Death is endless in the killing jar  
Wings held outstretched on the spreading board      
Pass deathless moments where time’s ignored  
                                      
Pins pierce the body and puncture through                
To hold you here but you’re not you  
Pinned and labeled put on display                                
Pressed in a box and forced to stay  
   
Immortalized in a private case          
In solitude to hang in place  
Repulsive feckless Mourningcloak  
Now the symbol of life’s cruelest joke  
Written by Mourningcloak
Published | Edited 29th Aug 2013
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