She...

You lay within the world of slumber
But insomnia is a plague
Tonight it claims its victim

One. Two. Three. 
Reverse. Repeat. 
A gleam of silver widens across the black.
Satisfied with its color change
   the newly sharpened blade
   dances across butterflies wings. 
Black to silver. Silver to crimson.

It is now I begin to wonder
Can you hear the butterflies cry
Can you hear the rain fall upon
This being I call me

In nightmares and dreamscapes
You are stricken deaf
What if you wake and I'm gone

The window stares into my very soul
Father winter invites himself in
I take his hand
And jump

Solid ground meets 
    the soles of my chucks
With nectar on my breath
I fly away
For, I am nothing more
Than a crippled butterfly
Will you fly away with me tonight

Tender moments pass between us
And we take flight
The look inside out becomes a blur
Moonlight spills over your skin
The stars glisten in your eyes

A butterfly's wing lovingly brushes your cheek
With the starfire behind her
Darkness conceals her expression
And she wonders if you can hear the tears fall
They sound like glass breaking upon her ears

A smile
So rare
A bluemoon
It breaks her face of stone
The air of happiness 
In this moment 
Dries the beads of dew 
Heavy with her disguise

Three chimes 
Each a deafening blow
Wheels turn over the miles
Over the hills
Further and further away
The distance 
The goodbye
Toxins in the air 
Of Joy
Of Peace

Down the road
Shes left alone
She is struck by 
The bitterness of loneliness
Only moments after farewell
Only temporary

But still
Shes beaten inside
Darkness becomes her

Again she dances
With the silver
With the black
The red

Author's Note

The meaning and symbolism in this is mindblowing.
It switches from first to third person for a reason.
It is what it is. And I feel like it means more to me than it will to any of you...