Swallowtail

Hello there, Swallowtail.
Flapping about the branch of life.
Could you truly tell,
what keeps one from strife?
I’m searching for reasons alone.
And I cannot comprehend an ideal;
To love or life I am not prone.
To flap with the Swallowtail upon the hill.

Can the anger of one destroy you?
Or do you find yourself a peaceful bait?
When this world seemingly defiles you,
how much longer does patience wait?
I’m following you now, on the hill.
The sunlight is streaking in our eyes.
Love and happiness like this can kill;
we’re a delicacy to the flies.

Swallowtail, can you tell me why?
The innocent life in the town below.
How come the dirty innocence cries?
Simply because the revelation was bestowed?
When I shut myself away from the rest,
I am not quite sure.
When I hide from their detest.

O’ Swallowtail, you have a beautiful dream.
Two friends happily pleasured in the sun.
But the fallacy of it all falls through the seam,
and the dream is done.
O’ Swallowtail, you have the beautiful patience;
that which one detests me for.
My life ordeal is stagnant,
and I fall through the door.

Outcasted by the species I am of.
Outcasted by the Gods up above.
I crawl, freezing, up the hill.
Looking for my pal, who has fallen ill.
Please…

Hello there, Swallowtail.
Who is frozen on the dead branch of winter.
Can you tell me?
Why the life is scarred with the splinter?
The splinter of sin?
The outcast within?
Swallowtail…?
You’re carried by the wind.

(by Jake Brunton (SenpaiJake))