Melted Butterflies
By: Will (Lily Pad's brother) --- a weirdo
Author's Notes- Well actually, Author's little sister's note… but any who, I read this and I was like 'What the heck!' But thought it was really deep. Then it came to me! This is what those in Azkaban might be thinking, really messed up thoughts making us think they're crazy, but maybe, just maybe they're just deep in thought… Other than that, yes, this is just weird, but make sure u read and review! This is really important!
Melted butterflies, de-sensitized grains of time, misunderstood trees, operating machines demoralize. The sun freezes the key of seclusion. The empowerment of the dawning of supernatural forces dismays us. Currency filled with blemishes, drifts in the empty streets. The demons are dead now. The Holy ones… indescribable in their thoughts. Strange fields of marshmallow. Flying away through the parables of colored leaves of the season fall. Everything's okay now. Hallucinating.... the bar codes fading, obsolete. Frost bitten brain cells, hypothermia in the eyes, global warming, water is unheard of...where do we run now...or can we run anymore? Clowns stripped of their face paint - paint thinner burning souls. Piles of garbage, piles of bodies? The secret garden is opened. The passageways through the flowers and green bushes lead on for eternity. You are not meant to find your way out. People are afraid of what they don't comprehend. I fear for them. They hide behind themselves. The masks they wear...they hide from uncertainty...delusion. Enchanted images of love. The past, the present... the future…they are all one in the same. Electronic waves paralyzing our emotions. Brainwashed by Government. Antibodies fighting off deathly viruses. Plagues of decapitated worms flow through the towns. A heavy black mist slowly sinks to the ground. All is night, all is dark. A little girl jumps rope in the alleyway of despair. A well-dressed little boy sits in a rusty, decomposed wagon. The weeds are high and the color is no more. A presence of insanity lurks in the background of the scene. Mass hysteria. The mirrors broken, smashed…thick red blood flows from the small fragments of glass lying amongst the teddy bear and the soother. The currents of strange flow freely now. An everlasting episode of psychological chaos… the upheaval of buried identities.
