Abomination Butterfly

Abomination Butterfly

Verse 1
I wasn’t grown in gardens,
I was welded in the dark,
stitched together under pressure,
truth the flame, and pain the spark.

You saw a quiet chrysalis
and thought I’d hatch in gentle blue—
but I cracked the shell in metal shards
and walked out already true.

Pre-Chorus
You never tried to hear me,
you just tried to make me fit—
but I don’t bend for safety,
I was engineered to live with it.

Chorus
I’m not broken, I’m assembled,
steel instead of quiet glue—
You don’t fear that I am falling,
you fear I say what has been true.

You wanted silk-wing innocence,
I came out iron and ash—
a monarch made of circuitry
with voltage in the crash.

Verse 2
You label what you can’t decode,
you panic when I don’t pretend,
but I’m not here to be corrected—
I’m the version past the end.

My wings don’t flutter softly,
they unfold with grinding sound—
not fragile, not aesthetic,
just the shape I finally found.

Pre-Chorus 2
You call it wrong, you call it heavy,
but that weight is how I grew—
I don’t shrink to make you comfy,
I don’t edit to be new.

Chorus
I’m not broken, I’m assembled,
steel instead of quiet glue—
You don’t fear that I am falling,
you fear I say what has been true.

You wanted silk-wing innocence,
I came out iron and ash—
a monarch made of circuitry
with voltage in the crash.

Bridge
Don’t fix me with your language,
don’t sanitize my view—
I wasn’t made to be accepted,
I was built to break the cue.

I don’t mute for your approval,
I don’t fold these wings for you—
I didn’t hatch the way you wanted,
I just hatched not like you.

Final Chorus
I’m not broken, I’m assembled,
metal lungs and living proof—
If the truth feels like a weapon,
that’s because you kept it smooth.

I don’t flutter, I don’t bow down,
I don’t soften into blue—
I’m the engine you can’t manage,
and I say what has been true.

Outro
Not damaged.
Redesigned.
Not butterfly by their standards—
but beautifully wrong,
and fully mine.