Hollow Butterfly

With each breath
She dies a little more
Her heart begins to darken
Her eyes lose all the light
She's dying slowly
But she doesn't know it
She's dying slowly
She doesn't realize she shows it

Her face is a beautiful
Elaborate woven mask
Of confidence and grace
Her heart is a broken glass
Pouring out sorrow and pain
Looking in the mirror
She doesn't know what she sees
She wonders what is real anymore
And doesn't know where to turn

To see the light inside her die
Is like seeing a butterflies wings
Torn from it's body
Like a baby bird
Who will never learn to fly
It pains me to see her die inside
Over and over again
A fragment more each moment
Dear butterfly
I will never clip your wings
No one else can unless you let them