Veil
"Butterfly, take me away from here."
She whispered softly
with the knife in her hand
The blue sky like a present from the Past
"When the memories mix, I'm gonna disappear."
She said
Butterflies dancing in the summer sun
"Nothing is true and nothing is real."
The spoken words
as sharp as razor blades
falling deadly from her lips
"Butterfly, take me away from here.
Tomorrow I'll be gone with the wind."
Poor little girl
afraid of the future
she killed herself that night
Butteflies dancing softly around her grave.
