Butterflies

Fluttering tru the meadows 

on this gloomy,cold winter day.

Stopping on those bodies 

laying lifeless on the ground. 

Those breathless, decaying bodies that have no soul, and feel no more.

Feasting on the red substance 

emanating from their pores.

Butterflies...

So pretty, and so deadly.

Hypnotizing the soul 

devouring, little by little 

the limbs of this rotting corpse. 

Flying in the skies 

they can smell the carrion, from hundreds of meters away 

savoring their prey. 

Playing in the emptiness 

of colorful darkness 

sorounded by a sea of companions, still feel the loneliness,

of their remaining life .

Invisible, colorful dreams 

dying in less than two weeks .

Lipodopteras , feeding of those poor bastards, laying on the floor. 

the ones,that have no more dreams ,the ones , that have no more souls. 

Those minds ,trapped in the heads , of those who wish to be free , from the jail of this pathetic screwed up world.

Feeling trapped, in this multitude, where the time, second by second simply dies.

Beautiful , imperfect perfection

that is being called. 

A butterfly....