[ WP ] A story from the perspective of someone not in their right mind

Interpret it as you want... 
 
 *Enigma Of Crow* 
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 The butterflies roared in the rain and then came the crow, a red one in fact. 
 
 I walked through the door and was approached by a stern looking man sat in an old wooden arm chair. We are not the same but who is I? The man stood up and quietly, but loud enough that I could make out, said “ We and I are who? ” 
 
 Flash! A light, only I saw it, only we saw it, who saw it? Am I here, are you HERE? AM I HERE? Well in fact I must say, well.. no.. I do n't. The butterfly *whistled*. 
 
 The man looked at my chest and gave a look of disbelief, I was n't confused, I just stood there... lifeless. The man cried, the crow howled, the butterfly *sighed*. 
 
 Simple that or that you say? Who knows? Do *we* know? I know, I know what you are, yes.. 
 
 The dead body of the man danced on the floor while the butterfly sat there. Wait! Am I even here? Ok.. maybe not but YOU are, can YOU see the butterfly? It's right in front of you, it's right behind you, it's everywhere. The butterfly knows no limits though the crow does, the crow watches with eyes of sin and dismay. 
 
 *Mum*? Dad? Sister? Brother? Son? Daughter? Aunt? Uncle? Niece? Cousin? *Murderer*? Rapist? 
 
 *But under the tree everyday righteous frowns lie yesterday*? Butterfly? Hello. I.
