I need a butterfly that can wriggle in it's blood
I need on that can just try to hope just to drown
A death of perfect execution far reached it's sight
I need a butterfly that can wait for it's worst nightmare to replenish through the dark of it's sweven

I need a night that can fear through the screams
The moonlight that could witness a rising unleashed devil scaring through the alley
A light of descending heaven that could fear horror in the light
I need a night that could find beauty in the dark of the paradise

I wish for a morning that could ensnare my thoughts
A rostrum in my utopia that could feel enthralled of the night

I need a butterfly that could scream unheard
I want a night that could feel crestfallen without an angel fallen from the God's embrace
I hope for a morning that could mask my animosity through the curtains of acatalepsy

© Charchita. C