Closing the Closet

Assemblage 23, Cocoon

Solitary, I want to feel
But the ups and downs of life
They break my wings, a butterfly
Out in public and doomed to die.

A loner I'm too glamorous to be
And yet that's all I want
Misanthropy, grant me a boon
Reverse me, back to my cocoon.

The End

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