Butterfly (Mental Asylum)

Look, a butterfly so bright,

Beautiful wings take flight.

Where is it going, can you see it?

Perhaps away, but it stays with me.

I offer flowers she adores,

Yet she leaves, and my heart implores.

I'm still holding onto hope,

In every garden, I try to cope.

Searching for her in every other,

Lost in thoughts, I start to smother.

I've done everything, can't you see?

Butterfly, please come back to me.

In the waiting, I stand so still,

But she's gone, a bitter pill.

I don't know why I'm holding a flower,

Trying to recreate that fleeting hour.

Desperation whispers, "Kill yourself,"

A plea for help, a cry for stealth.

But I'm here, always waiting,

Hoping for a love never abates.

Gone, everything slipping away,

What was my mistake, what must I pay?

Hatred for the butterfly, so profound,

Yet a new one comes around.

"I don't trust you," I confess,

Expecting heartbreak, I digress.

Yet this one, a familiar dance,

Could it be a second chance?

But wait, a sinister laughter erupts,

A decision was made, like thunderclaps.

A gunshot echoes through the air,

The garden turns to a cold despair.

Clouds become walls, a prison tight,

The house transforms in the fading light.

The floor, once a watery pond,

Now stained with a life beyond.

My coat turns to a patient's dress,

In this white, a realm of distress.

Oh no, the darkness takes its toll,

A tragic tale of a tormented soul.