The sound of beating butterfly wings

Brings to mind, memories of your betrayal

Memories bound by heart  wrenching screams

Forever is a time when all time seems frail

The stink of decet remains pungent in the air

Never wavering and its always there

Stripped of dignity and pride, left standing bare

I cling to hatered, its revenge that I swear

Hours spent dewelling on your defeat

Hours turn to days as days turn to nights

Theres a hideous beast swelling up inside of me

A hundred senerios turn into thousands of plights

With blood spilt and my blade to your chest

I suddenly see the darkness inside me

with my hand to the hilt, no room for regrets

And what of the darkness? you ask

Well guess what; I like it