Buterfly Wings

[MysticalBurrito]

Blue silver wings flow from her back like a dress,
Each patch tells a story,
Like a scar but more beautiful,
Her eyes will tell you her story,
Her lips will send shivers down your back,

Her wings so fragile,
Colors bright enough to blind a person,
No voice to scream her words,
(There isn’t anyone to hear your screams now,)
Her words fall upon the darkness surrounds her,
Illuminating the wings, lighting the way out of the darkness,
Trails of sparkles left behind,
Mute lips moving once more. (Mystery unfolds once more.)

Frail hands touch your shoulders, (So cold.)
Her rasping in your ears,
How can something so lovely turn so evil?
(Black wings, covered in dust.)
Her hand drips your blood,
Touch your neck,
(Feel the beating pulse)
Feel it?
She doesn’t have one.
(Pump, pump, pump)