Suicide Butterfly
Wings dark as coal,
with beady eyes that
penetrate the mind.
With every stroke
of the giant wings
fear broils to the
surface of the skin.
Sucking the life from
the depths of your body.
Burning your soul
to no remains.
This is the fate of
the not so few.
Their last words left
to scar and warn the world
shall be engraved
upon their tombstone.
"Come, fly with me tonight,
Suicide Butterfly."
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