Slowly Drowning Butterflies

the murderers

the murderers sit

together at noon

they swoon at each other

while planning their doom

the biscuits taste bitter

the cookies are stale

they baked for each other

their skin turning pale

their butterflies drown

in currents of poison

the smiles on their faces

keep glaring on frozen

more tea for my dearest

more wine for my darling

the smiles on their faces

seem now rather charming

the love makes them dizzy

till everything turns

it must be desire

which in my blood burns

with newfound emotions

they lean for a kiss

you kindhearted beauty

I already miss

they pity the dying

are full of regret

before it can choke them

they both drop down dead