no signs of life

put me in a reserved v.i.p section
i am a part of your butterfly collection
more than natural selection
theres no sign of recollection

or the smell of acid every where
you pin my wings down with intense care
you killed me with that stare
why would you take me there

a place of dark and gloom
you bury me in your room
you cover the scent of my rot with my own perfume
my originally was my doom

you hunted me down to collect me
you exposed my difference for all to see
why couldnt you let me be
like an animal beauty should die wild and free

put me in a reserved v.i.p section
i am a part of your butterfly collection
more than natural selection
theres no sign of recollection

or the smell of decay every where.