Flutterby Butterfly

Flutterby Butterfly

 

You are the butterflies in my head.

Wings licking against my skull,

clouding my visison.

You're all in my eyes.

Flooding down into my stomach,

making me ill.

My own personal disease.

Filling my throat,

Making me choke on the words I spoke.

All I can do is hear your voice,

laughing as I die.

Drowning in your butterflies.