All Of My Poems/Songs

Black Butterfly

This beautiful killer,
The creature, which tears hearts apart,

Sleeps like a baby, smiling,
Knowing people are dying.

A black butterfly,
The question asked, why?

They ripped the wings away,
They're fixed back in the wrong way.

There's blood everywhere, a stain,
The devil's butterfly was the cause.

She flew away, onto a dark path.
"Is there an escape?"

Her minds wandering, frantic.
She's lost and in a panic.

She never meant for this to be,
My eyes scream help me.

Who'd love to help a monster?