This beautiful killer,
The creature, which tears hearts apart,Sleeps like a baby, smiling,
Knowing people are dying.A black butterfly,
The question asked, why?They ripped the wings away,
They're fixed back in the wrong way.There's blood everywhere, a stain,
The devil's butterfly was the cause.She flew away, onto a dark path.
"Is there an escape?"Her minds wandering, frantic.
She's lost and in a panic.She never meant for this to be,
My eyes scream help me.Who'd love to help a monster?