the wings of happiness

While happiness was dying

a butterfly landed on your heart

kicking the revolution

out for a time

How strange to feel something

where skin meets cold steel

that has been slowly swallowed 

by fates inevitable bite

You enjoy this strange feeling

Its warmth goes beyond

the heights of your sadness

a guiding light out of night

Grasping your dull knife

you cut and you slice

blood flows freely again

where once it was ice

You slept for so long

within your  cocoon

spread your fair new wings

and fly once more