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Oh, little butterfly, sitting atop scarred skin
Pray your owner never loses hope and gives in
To the silver calling out to her, in her hand
Or else, butterfly, your days will finally end.

You've been awake too long, butterfly,
Atop scars that will never fade,
Your owner can only cry, butterfly,
As she lives out her days.

Oh sweet, serene butterfly, blue and white
The reason you're not broken is because she still fights
But the time will arise when she's lost all hope
And will go for her wrist, so she can cope.

She'll betray all promises, if only to bleed
Because that silver blade is all that she needs
To end her pain, on this black earth.
She's long ago lost her self worth.

So beware, butterfly, sitting on a vein
There will come a time where you're never whole again.
And if that time comes, very, very soon,
Pray that a wing is all you will lose.