🦋 Dead Butterflies


(Blank Verse)

Butterflies dead gazed in flower petals
They art with red, not with colours
Red, red — it’s blood that flows here and there
And lose lose of sanity as thee die

Why is the loss of innocence like ******—******?
Sanity we lost. We. Thee. All humanity.
If we lost sanity, how human art thou?
Just like the butterfly who counted down.

Butterflies all around don’t lose their senses,
At the end, we are humans — not horses.