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Just a poem I wrote to go with this image I made. I just kind of wrote it, no plot intended...

Godchild

Suicidal Butterfly

Take me to the place where latitude doesn’t exist

We can travel to the edge of the earth

Where the rapids fall so far they fly back up again

We can fly on wings, where no human thrives

Let’s make those wings out of God’s giant scissors

I’m sure he won’t mind if you ask him nicely

Then we can go, to a place where it’s just you and me

But it all depends if you want to

I’ll follow you anywhere, you know that

So…we won’t be flying then?

You just want to fall…let’s go to hell instead?

Okay…I promised, I would follow you anywhere…

Anywhere but here with you, so I can look without sinning

So, let’s fall into hell, it’s kind of cold here anyway

I guess we won’t need those scissors right now

To cut wings of freedom just for you and me

Because you say all the freedom is right here in your palm

Actually, in each hand is freedom, just different kinds

There is that plastic container, pain killer it says

Do I make you feel pain; do you want me to go?

I think I like the shiny pistol better, silver and polished

Well, it’s pretty, I say, and it causes a pretty messy death

Somehow this is funny to you, and you ask me to choose

I want the gun…so heavy but it makes you light

You want the pain killers, so it’s an equal decision

Popping many into your mouth, this is strange for me to see

You fall and it all comes spewing out in a splattered pile

You say I’ll see you, and call me your butterfly

Because I made those wings and wanted to fly away with you

But now, I will tear them, and fall, even though I don’t want to

So I put the shiny metal to my heart and close my eyes

You have already fallen, and I am scared without you

Oops, the safety was on, better turn it off

Click, so now I point it at my chest

The safety is off, and the one bullet is loaded

I have cold feet, why would you want me to die?

Oh well, for you, I would be anything

So I shoot, and in one blinding flash…

It misses, hitting my shoulder

Guess I was shaking too much…

Or maybe God just wants me to keep my wings

Well, anyway, I only had one bullet

Now I think would we really see each other in hell?

Probably not, my thoughts say to me

So…maybe I should live…you know, act smart

Even though I am bleeding, it’s not serious enough…

I walk to the phone, calmly dial the three deadly numbers

Hello, police, I tried to shoot myself…and he’s lying on the floor

I decide, leave the pain killer alone

You can go without me, you probably didn’t care

Why would you want me to die anyway?

So they show up in fancy black and white cars

My vision growing blurry, that sure is a lot of blood

I will survive, so I look back one last time

Your body remains motionless as I say this

Then I close your pale glassy eyes

Goodbye, because that was the last time you will ever see

Me or…

…My Suicidal Butterfly…