I fell away by the touches of butterflies no one could see

Sinister insects crawled over the written walls
Words of profanity is a prayer of the fate obsolete
Morals turned into a twisted patient
Exploit the weakness into fear
Transform the strength into panicked terror
Everything is a crooked lie
Love has been touched and tainted by evil
Chaos imbalance to destroy in the name of disgrace
War is a victorious tyrant ready to deploy

I fell away by the touches of butterflies no one could see
My life was given so I could hate my own fall
I took apart their wings and cut them into shards
To pierce inside the wrists of my mind
Every thing collaspe as I awaken inside a nightmare
Then the shards become paper thin as it burns into an invisible fire
Flecks of scorching ashes whirls into the sweet wind release

Surely we weren't born to hate or to love
And flung into the chaos of reality and living
Or for the reaper to tore our sanity
Inside a ruined manoselum
Of cold darkness and shadows eternal

Isn't there a butterfly that escaped?