Butterflies

The reaper is a butterfly.

We are all the flowers.

One place to the next,

Deadly and unpredictable.

Tell the Aunts i have died.

In the cloudy sky,

Happy and peaceful.

No more pain of misery,

Just looking down on those

I loved and lost.

I go out with a bang 

From the Snow White gun, 

Pointed at my Heart.

I have no regrets,

For now that I see 

The crystal lights.

They blind me and burn me

With their purity.

I close my eyes,

Awaking in a field of 

Flowers.

The butterflies surround me.