Black Butterfly

Black Butterly

Of my soul,
flutters out a black butterfly.
Representing the darkness of my soul.
The dark in flying out of my soul.

The darkness is finally out.
I'm free.
At last I'm done,
with that retched darkness.

But if I'm free,
why do I feel alone.
Like a part of me,
has flew out of my soul.

My body is not reacting,
all I can do is just lie there,
and just stare blankly,
at the darkness that is my black butterfly.

My darkness seems to be coming towards me!
Oh how I miss my black butterfly.
But it seems different now.
Has my black butterfly changed?

It seems darker than I remember.
It has changed.
As it flutters towards me, I begin to sweat,
and fear it.

As it gets closer,
my body is trembling.
I don't know what to do!
My black butterfly is bringing death!

As I start to realize that my time is coming,
I think of what will happen after my death.
Will my love miss me?
I guess it's too late to find out.