25 July 2012
Fly away, Butterfly, On this day, You must die.
Trapped in a spider's web, Or insect catcher's net, Drowning in a paddling pool, Your wings getting so wet.
Struggling, tossing, turning, You just get tangled more, Kicking, flapping, fighting, Exhausted upon the floor.
Poison dropped onto your mouth, Well and truly dead, Hope you have a long sleep, Resting your fragile head.
Butterfly, butterfly, Up there on the wall, Dead, and pinned to a frame, Looking oh so small.
Your life is spent, Butterfly, How fast it went, Flying by.
Fly Away • Opuss № I