Death of a butterfly
So innocent so dainty
so lost in a world full
of imbeciles and creatures
people who don't respect themselves
what wounds can cut deeper than
the ones done to oneself
here surrounding a terrible generation
clouds with no chroma fill the air
tears from the heavens start to fall
as a beautiful butterfly flutters through a crowd
people stop in a circle and pause in awe
to a death of a butterfly whos colors start to fall
rain drops fill the air, suddenly the beautiful butterfly
was never there
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