Wish i wasn`t a side,
So i wouldn`t drink insecticide
no more , no more , no more,
Butterflies on my core.

Growing by your looks
Rotting by your words.

In another life ..
There will be luck
by now i`ll drink.
The clear venom.

That make butterflies die
and laugh about the feelings that we hide.

att: Maria J. Pretelt.

pic: Lobovision/ Poison in paradise.