Green Butterfly
30th May, 2016 Writers

In the mental state of Limbo,

I grew wings weighing just a kilo.

And float above the Seas of Sin.

Just to notice the cypher on my skin.

I tried to decipher.

But heard whispers of Lucifer.

Claiming my intentions cannot be bested.

Separating wrongs from right, then, infested.

I sparked the flares of SOS.

But Addiction™ was my OS.

Thinking smoke fogs could exile the Devil.

Just to find myself acting the evil.

Oyo, Nigeria
  • This is a poem I wrote after a week of searching for inspiration as I was down on my mind and couldn't perform any art till I saw a green butterfly flew past me.

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