The Butterfly Man'...
"The oceans are deep and empty, the forest is wide and stealthy, these rhymes mess with times of misfortunes and sorrows."
The Beginning...
When I was a child I loved to play in the fields, you know I was the typical out going kid. I was messing about and stuff when I felt a strong gust of wind hit my back, I turned to the forest behind me to see a pale illuminous face gaze back at me with their pitch black eye's. I stepped forward and tried to speak to him, he didn't speak at all but he showed me the butterfly mark on his shiny head. We soon came close as friends but I didn't know it was just him using me....
Trust
I started to embrace this hybrid of a butterfly andÂ
he helped me with my troubles, he was my best friend and we could always count on eachother, even if he didn't speak he could understand... I was wrong about how he could "Understand" me... I was just his prey, a target. I kept falling for this little innocent act of his... I should of ran when I saw him... how did I know I was prey? Well... the accident.
Blood Bath
One day I yelled at him for not speaking to me and my mother kept saying he wasn't real and I should do something more important... Me and my mother had fallen out and so did me and the Butterfly man. I hurt him and crossed the line one day... oh it was tragic. He embraced me... tighter than usual I ignored it and I thought it was one of his innocent acts but no... He squeezed me so tight he was crushing my bones.... I wasn't able to walk since I have now lost all life in my legs, He bolted for the forest and I've never seen him since... and now I know that he is a creature not to be messed with..
The question is, was he just in my imagination and I broke my own legs? Or was he real and everyone thought I was an idiot... I'm not able to walk anymore, my mother hates me and no one likes me... Butterfly Man ruined my life and he will ruin yours.. Don't trust the man with the butterfly on his head...