ButterfliesI killed the butterfliesWith a razor blade today. Gave them no chanceTo be free where they belong.Watched them wash awayIn a lovely shade of red.Screaming sorry at the Top of my lungs.As if that would make themCome back to life.Maybe in the afterlife,They'll forgive me.Forgive me for beingSo ridiculously selfish.In the end, I'm nothingWithout those butterflies.