• The Butterfly

    Darkness, total darkness
    invading every crack and hole
    choking me with its strong fingers

    A gentle wind teases the trees
    yet I feel nothing
    the air being held in a heavy hand

    Towering fences
    scratch the sky with their prickly fingers
    stealing our passion to live

    Hunger
    following me like an eager puppy
    but inside, waiting to pounce

    The skies darken
    darken with the missing souls of all who live
    waiting to die

    Screams
    no more then a whisper
    you know you will be there soon

    Nobody is alive
    sickly shadows of what used to be
    lurk in every corner

    The butterflies
    that splashed color into the sky
    will fly no more