Roaches were running up both thighs
While blood ran out in front of the
House where I’d been left alone
Suffering for things I felt bad
Lingering past the hour of death
Even though limp yet flew on
Straight towards the light
Past the event horizon
Suddenly I realized why butterflies
Were so beautiful as the ground
Was punctuated with glorious
Bouquets of their fluttering
And I started to see some old friends
Appearing out of the mist gathered
Together to greet me at the door
Ushering in another nice guest
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