• All you can see is colors of all the different butterflys fluttering
    So many colors, but, you come across something strange
    As you walk in the darkness muttering
    You are suddenly engulfed with rage
    Their is a tearing pain within you
    As you start to punch the ground
    The anger is gone within a few
    Their is no words, no sound
    A cloud of obsidian dust rises
    There is a hole inside your chest
    You hear a voice and it advises
    "Come to me and rest"
    You can't controll yourself as you walk towards your bed
    The hole in your chest is deep
    You rest a pillow on your head and drift off to sleep
    You don't wake up the next day
    But you had dreamt of oblivion
    You had bled the night away
    Blood that bled obsidian