Wrapped in vibrant colors, the butterfly caught my eye,
A desire to possess was born, did I care if she could die?
Her mere presence mesmerizes, if I don't catch, her memories will haunt,
She can leave my hand, but my heart? Won't in dreams she tease and taunt?
With gaze transfixed, I was so stupefied, I just couldn't muster courage,
She gave me a slip, vanished out in the world, leaving me with a raw umbrage.
Was I not worthy of her charm, how dare she defy, my will, my desire,
I'm seething inside, let her burn too, I don't care if the consequences are dire.
My album's filled with beautiful wings, but they are never enough,
A new color pattern emerges now and then, awakening my inner buff.
How can one of them fulfill me, either alive or dead,
With millions floating around this earth, whom I could covet instead.
Lust, Anger, Greed, there's a greater sin in Pride,
That I'm the best collector, on my hands the most have died.
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