I have seen death rise from a field in a form of a black flower
It blossemed and petals fell off
I watched and one by one hit the ground
Each pedal flew into the air powered by the breeze of summer
Suddenly, each pedal turned and flew towards me
I wasn't scared, just watched
I lifted both hands into the air as I felt the wind blow past me
the pedal landed on my hands and I watched as they turned into

butterflies

The wings opened and closed before me
I raised my hand higher so death could fly
they flew expet one, It had not turned into a butterfly, it stayed a pedal
I watched as it melted into my hand. I knew for some reason that it had to be there.

I live in the city now and I see black butterflies
I asked a friend about them but he couldn't see them
He looks at me, "Black butterflies? What are you on dude?"

I watched as one butterfly lands on a man
He looked about twenty, Like he was starting to get life to work for him
He turned and looked at me
Right into my eyes he stared
The he looked down, he face sad, tears running down his own face
He knew what had to happen
A car goes past and he dissapears underneath it
A siren
Blue and red lights
News reporters

I watch as death flies among us and I look onto the top of my hand
the black spot that I could only see
the darkness that I shall always be with