Deaths Butterfly

Butterfly's Are So Beautiful Yet On The Inside They Are Bitter
A Beautiful Art Of a Creepy Caterpillar

Works Of Art About Her Wings As They Spread, Fly, And Flutter
Smooth She Is With Precision No Wonder She Is Butter

My Pen Is Like My Paint Brush, The Words Are Like My Art
Think Of An Artist And a Poet, You Can't Tell Them Apart

Just Like The Caterpillar, Yet I Give My All
But Before My Works Beautiful, First I Have To Crawl

The Old Me Shall Soon Wither Away And Die
And I Shall Be Formed As a Beautiful Butterfly

Sometimes I See My Blade As a Paintbrush And a Pen
And From The Bitterness Of Me I Paint Upon My Skin

This Poem Is My Desperate Voice
Because Of My Lethal Choice

So Dear Family, This Letters My Silent Cry
A Little Way Of Saying My Last And Final Goodbye

The Way That I'm Living I Know I'm Sure To Die
I'm Just a Caterpillar Waiting To Join The Sky
Sincerely,The Leathal Butterfly