Butterflies
She watched in despair
As they fell from the air
Their wings now useless
Her life a wicked mess
A disgusting deed
If butterflies could bleed
These ones sure did
She wished to get rid
Of a gentle life source
All by force
She bore a frown
As more fell down
The pain unbearable
The feeling terrible
The more they bled
Even more tears she shed
She counted twenty four
Her sad little metaphor
She curled into a ball
Against the closest wall
Tears spilled again
Surely she knew this wasn't the end.
"The world is cruel
Don't listen to a mindless fool."