Pt. 1
They haven’t a clue.
What nobody knew,
What lies beneath the floorboards.
What sentences would bleed from the courts.
So, I flew with my wings
Very aware of my surroundings.
Beautiful like a blooming Bonsai,
So no one suspects The Butterfly.
Pt. 2
My skin turned violet.
Nobody saw it.
Laying underneath the floor,
Blood stains the shirt I once wore.
So, he left me behind.
His identity could not be defined.
No one cared to say goodbye,
Because no one suspects The Butterfly.