Fly Poetic Tattoo

Butterflies don’t die, instead they become Frankenstein electric shocked and back to life; Hot and cold heart, hopelessly frozen yet fiercely beating; Stomach just short of regurgitating, butterflies are alive; So blue you want them to decay instead they flutter endlessly; Electric shocked and back to life, possessing traits of a zombie; Butterflies won’t die; There is no cocoon to hide in, you’re stuck within your own skin, and it just crawls; Like a butterfly landing delicately on your wrist; Now you’re caught, electric shocked and back to life; Butterflies never die instead becoming ink immortalizing bloody tears; Forever weeping within a fly poetic tattoo.