The Devils Butterflies/by:Haunted Lunacy

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The flowers laugh as they 
twirl in the breeze,
their maniacal giggles 
tormenting me.
The trees whisper the most
wicked things, as madness
 draws near the birds start
 to sing.
They sing their songs of sorrow
and dread, a symphony of chaos
Inside my head. 
They flutter their wings and take
to the skies,
only to be replaced by the devils
butterflies.
So look into my eyes and you will
see, that madness embraces and 
comforts me.
One final sigh and I must depart,
for the butterflies have invaded 
and devoured my heart.


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