She had cried her tears
They where once like
Diamonds, but where
Shattering in shards
Upon the floor,

She had cried her tears
They were tainted by
Anger, hatred, as each one
Fell opening its wings as
A swarm of black butterflies
Did cut against her flesh.

There was no pain for
what was crawled upon
Swarming darkness consumed
Her once beating chest.

She had a jagged chasm
Of where no pain felt upon
This life. Her tears were but
Tattoos of pain feelings
Darkened.

But she smiled she has no
more tears, And every so
Often a black as night
A butterfly flew forth from
her chest, just another tear
to the wind no longer in her interest.