I lied down in all white,
But splashes of blood stained it.
A river of red flowed peacefully out of my wrist
As the room around me blurred.
I felt myself drifting away peacefully in sting.

Through a vast meadow of pretty flowers.
I flopped my wings along the sun beams.

There I lied with the beauty of killing in front of me.
Blood puddles surrounded my laying body.
In all white I dressed.
Splashes of crimson...

White butterfly, splashed with red
Lands upon crimson.
Absorb the beauty and let life blur this room.

In this never ending meadow,
Pretty flowers to rest my soul upon.