Black butterfly, black butterfly.

Show me your wings.

 They got me intrigued.

Do you have a design?

No.

Your wings are pure black and plain.

Everything is bland. Everything is boring.

Black butterfly, black butterfly.

Spread those awfully hideous wings.

Not even a flower would like you.

You look ugly. You look bad.

I want to shatter you. I want you destroyed.

Black butterfly, black butterfly.

I'm sorry.

I want to keep watching you.

When you dance, your wings looks almost beautiful.

Almost.

They got me intrigued.

There are two versions of the story. First chappie is very simple, the second chappie explains more.

The picture was found off of google. I don't plagerize, I don't care if you do. That's like all you need to know.

I saw a black butterfly. It was pretty. Don't mind the weird grammar in this story... That was my intention... You know, to sound poetic lol.. OTL