I wished to speak to be heard
Voice,
Speech,
Sound,
But a butterfly
Did land upon my lips
Its elegant wings,
Gently dissipated every word I said
I tried to hear as wings ascended,
From all around,
I touched my ears
Fingers lacerated by soft wings
Like petals,
Wings Faintly
Brushed against my hair,
Silence,
Muted,
Quite,
Was the only sound
I only had my eyesight as
All around was anarchy
Wings ascending
Flesh,
Cutting,
Lacerating,
Blood,
Was upon the floor,
Nothing heard
Screams silenced by delicate wings,
Those who didn't have
Voice,
Hearing,
Sight,
Stood still, frozen in place
While wings adorned them
I ran, I still had sight,
People upon the earth
Fallen,
Bled out,
To many wings had cut,
But as I looked
Eye lids heavy,
I looked in the window,
And saw two on my lids
Pushing them down ,
With each flap of there wings,
Darkness progressed
I was nearly blind,
Then the world I saw
For the last time,
My last view delicate creatures
Wings soft and colourful,
Now I am in darkness,
Blind,
Silence,
Speech,
Taken away with faint wings
I surrendered myself
My fate, my senses taken,
Only death did await me now.
