Little Butterflie

I will just sit, sit and wait...

Deep dark butterflies inside of me, yearning to be free.

Scratching with their tiny legs, wings like razorblades cutting their way through.

Drops, tiny little drops of unforgiven hope, filling the cuts. Filling my insides with blood and lost love.

My sins chase after one special butterfly, he sits, never cutting, never scratching.

They want to see me in shreds, but he just sits, sits and waits.

I'm lying here, hear them scratching in my head. Coldness. From head to toe,

but one little butterfly just sits, sits and waits.

Darkness never waits. It creeps trough your veins and never gives up. It is all around us. Darkness. It is all I can see.

One dime light is the only thing I ever see. I feel it when my special butterfly laughs and when he cries. It bubbles its way out and reaches every broken piece.

He is my little dime light. Never scratching, never cutting.

My little butterfly.

Sins.

They found him, trying to steal his laughter and replacing it with never ending fear.

He just sits, sits and waits.

Do you even care little butterfly, am I not worth any actions?

Be my dime light, shine through the darkness even if it just reaches my cuts. Reflect from the razorblades that hurt my insides and stop the fluttering. Let them be silent.

Just one second, let them be stunned.

Give me time to heal. I will rise and shine again until the scratching and cutting returns.

But my little butterfly just sits, sits and waits.

Why won't you stand up for me?Can't you see? I've got almost nothing left. My broken pieces lie all over the place and an unsteady beat pumps dirt and darkness through my veins.

I'm scared.

Returning with a lost soul that twists,shouts and turns. Is that my destiny? Are you leaving?

Little one, you are just like the others when you leave.

Scratching with your legs and cutting till gratuitous hope fills me up and turns black.

I crawl. Crawl my way out but waves of blood always sweep me back.

Butterfly?Dear? Are you still there? I can't feel your warmth and your dime light. Did you leave me?

It's so silent. Since a long time ago I haven't heard such a peaceful silent.

No scratching or the flutter of sharp wings. Only a faint heartbeat.

In the end it seems that my sins found a way to turn my little dear.

What is left?

The darkness spikes my heart and I feel myself going limp. Fading, all I do is fading, fading into someone else.

Would you recognise what's left little dear?

I'm almost gone, so I will just sit, sit and wait...