In Death, Beautiful

I had an odd dream, last night.

I often avoid sleeping, because I dislike having dreams. Or rather, nightmares.

Despite how violent it was, I couldn't help but see.

 How beautiful and strange it was, too.

In a peice of tissue paper

Unravelling a dead moth

Watching the wings crumple and flake away

Like a burden had finally been freed from me.

I don't really know what that meant

but I guess I'm now glad

That I did decide to sleep.