Loss

Your extinction has shattered me
The thought of your remorseless death
Makes me weep
The demonic figure will pay for taking you away from me

To see your bloodshed,
It eats at my heart
My morose body crumbles to the floor

The thought of you decaying in the soft earth
Kills me
Murders me
It draws that gun to my head

And as the gun shot roars through the air
Butterflies explode

My pessimism
My desolation
Devours me