I'm line a bumblebee in the middle of the night,
originally connected to the world of sunshine and flowers,
but now stuck in the darkness.
The only light that i have is artificial and hard, unreal.
I'm like a bumblebee in the middle of the night,
I can sting, i can hurt.
But if i hurt, I'll die.
A part of me cuts itself off and i bleed,
and i die broken i die in agony, if i hurt.
I'm like a bumblebee in the middle of the night,
stuck in the black with creatures of darkness,
surrounding me.
Hissing and staring at the creature of day,
as i become one of them.
I'm like a bumblebee in the middle of the night,
the honey i made is no longer fresh and,
i can't make more.
There is no more flower powder left in me.
I can't remember the color of flowers,
the sun stroking my wings.
The others like me that floated beside me.
I've hurt, and now I'm broken