It flys past
Colours blurring
The only colour I see is the darkness
Rip off the wings of a butterfly
Im a lover of night
The only colour things should be is black
Rip off the wings of the butterfly
The only colour is the night
Destroy the colours of light
Rip them off
All off
So the night can come
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
All the colours gone
A clever title, that's what drew me in to read it and I wasn't disappointed...mesmerizing.