Shadows of Darkness

I feel suffocated, Every day, hour, minute, and second. Is it because I'm a butterfly who can't see her wings? Why am I this way? Why do I envy her? I can't hate that flawless and intelligent angel, She's like made from a sprinkle of sunlight, And I am made from shadows who can't escape darkness. Every time I get a glimpse of her, Lightning suddenly strikes while I'm flying. (Shadows Who Can't Escape Darkness)