A gentle move hovers up my back quietly.
Butterfly's wing gently titillates. Silence.
My flesh wraps around its own mass in a shiver,
My skin feels the rhythm, the heartbeats, inside.

The butterfly trembles when I'm in its arms,
It says not a word but keeps fluttering gently.
The silence is screaming my way with gloom light.
Mute voices around keep on chattering, pounding.

And I... where am I in this mess? Where am I?
Am I the gloom light that keeps blinding all eyes?
Am I the mute voice that makes holy ears deaf?
Or maybe I freed the whole room of my presence...

Flying away, leaving myself behind.