Where Black Butterflies Lie
By:
Dark-Lynx-TTA By:
Pain is a beautiful thing
this beautiful thing sings
in screams with feeling
with blue tears and red rain too
it some times releases stress
you cant tell if it releases the rest
but pains not alwase beautiful
it begans to feast on you
lets loose the beast in you
you get so mad
but you feel so sad
wate heres the hero but with the noting nobody
and then you realize that the hero
started your pain, yet comes to stop the red rain
your tears dry
beast locked up inside
were black butterflies fly
the hero smiles at you
and walks away in need of saving
from what the heros black butterflys speak
the hero looks at the place where no butterflies fly
glares up and pain starts to sing
the hero terns around
glares at you were your pain sings softly
it cant stand to glare back
but it does
and next thing you no all singing stops
then you start to realize that you are
the hero that was saved
by one in need of saveing
that hero now needs to be saved
some how the of black butterflies meet
and finds the other black they were looking for,
in flite turning white to kill the
pain that sings in blue tears and red rain too.
[-Theres a real life meening to this poem-]
