Am I Still In This World?
What I am,
what I'm not
Am I really a butterfly like they say,
even surrounded by all this blood and pain?
We all fight for what we hold dear,
we all have our reasons
for being amongst this pain.
But what do I, the butterfly, fight for?
Butterflies fly,
slow and graceful,
but sometimes, still, they wait
and not always like death.
A crystal protects the butterfly,
though ravaged and broken from battle,
in this crystal she lies safe.
She…? No…that butterfly is me.
When did I start this,
when did my thoughts become so clouded
that I don't even recognize myself?
But with this power,
I do not fight for that higher cause.
With this innocence,
I fight for those I hold close.
I am not broken,
and I don't want to see them
covered in pentacles, disappeared into dust.
I don't want to say goodbye to this world.
Random Notes: I've been wanting to write something for Lenalee for awhile but just couldn't find the time. I felt I had to include butterflies in her poem and I enjoyed stemming the poem from her quote. Also, a friend of mine helped me out with one part of this poem so I thank him dearly for taking the time to read it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lenalee Lee. D. Gray-man is not my creation, that right belongs to Katsura Hoshino.
