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Oh, how beautiful they are
Come around me
Dance your red dream
Swirl and swim
Ebb and flow
All around me
Embrace my body
Flutter down
Like crimson snow
Blown by the breeze
Touch my skin
That is porcelain
Pure and corrupt
That’s what I am
Sweetly sinister
And that is why
You are mine
My butterflies
With razor wings
Cutting me
Delicately
My skin turns red
And it is moist
From my own blood
And from your love
And they land on me
Drinking in my life
Tasting my blood
That turned their wings
From silver to red
But I’m not yet dead
And they are content
To be at my command
Allow me to stand
Allow me to live
And in turn give them
A purpose, a task
Anything I ask
They will deal death
If I so instruct
To those I dislike
If I give them life
So they drink my blood
And live on my skin
And I get their service
On any whim
That’s just what I need
My own little army
Of razor blade wings
Which were once silver
Now painted red
To give me my dreams
Upon another’s death bed