Butterflies

the butterflies sit on the flower
they smile back at me
they wack the smile off my face
and then sit and watch with glee

now when the world is burning slow
they look me in the eye and take a bow
then they disappear into eternity
but some stay back and grin at me

the butterflies skip to the beat
and i stare with awe in the morning heat
they chant war songs and talk of impending doom
but i choose to go back into my room

they follow me in formation
they seek me out for information
when i say i have nothing with me
they charge me with heresy

and now the buterflies spread their wings
and a haunting melody they sing
they take out a machine gun
and tell me their battle is to be won