.i can't help you.

.little butterfly, what do you know of love?

the dark lace of your wings can't compare to the blackness of our hearts

You flit away from the eyelid as it opens

much like the dream that flickers beneath it, soon as you leave

You fly onto the palm that can crush you if it wishes

you fly away before it does

What do you want?

little butterfly, do you feel pain?

watching us revel in the acid rain that chokes you

But our pain is so much more intricate, we'll say

Yet I wonder

What makes your life pale so in significance

compared to one of ours?

Why not drain this world dry of its nectar for our material claims to emotions

and leave for you only that of our industries?

What do we want?

little butterfly, do you have emotions?

or are the patterns your dance creates just escape routes?

Do you know you're doomed, if you don't give in to our blood-lust?

When you hover around me, are you asking for help?

Maybe you could salvage a little shard of this

and keep it, it's what you're a part of

Then again

What do you know of love?.