I know a girl who is like a butterfly, all free and wild, like a creature who smells all the flowers.

The speckles of a butterfly

Reminding me of the freckles that line her cheeks

They are short lived these creatures

Butterflies lack the abilities to survive

Doomed from the start by there lifespans

But, the shortness is spent in delight

Getting to smell the buds of roses

Feasting on the nectar ...

Aim

Quick fire

They announced

And that I did

Then the bullet hit

I grinned at the bloodshed

Joy in myself, veins pulsed

I’ve been taught to do this act

This was the first time I’ve slaughtered

This was only the first time doing what I’m taught....

A prophecy is against me

Our fate damned

Fighting without end in sight

We struggle and grasp to hope for ease

Those rare moments

Peace is a luxury we cannot afford

Ease will have to be used instead

As it is our only fate

We can fight, and fight forever

I knew one thing

Only one thing through it all

If I can’t have an end, there will be a moment of ease...

Like broken glass, I cracked.

The tears flowed from my eyes.

As you’d gaze upon my true form.

One that wasn’t beautiful.

A creature of my own sins.

Mistakes formed into a being.

That was I.

You’d scream and recoil.

Curling in on yourself.

As you ran, there I stood.

Processing the outcome of my actions.

The hero turned creature.

Left to suffer the consequences.

Meant to die eternally.

This was th...