I am a butterfly
Unweaving my cocoon
Like a weavers loom
I am unraveling my silken thread
To shed the intricate prison
That I have been in
I am beginning
To grow
But I have to push my wings to learn to fly
It will only be shortly
Before I die
I must enjoy this beauty in brevity
To defy gravity and fly
I must push myself heavily
To reach the sky
I spent so long trapped on the ground
And I have only so much time
To enjoy this freedom I have found

Don't fear the buzzards
That pick away at your flesh
Your carcass still encases your very best
Your bones are strong
You belong to the earth
Do not ever rebuke your birth
Never shy from the fire of the hearth
Desire, suffer, you give yourself worth
Don't die
It is all you have to do
To keep the buzzards away from you.

Day passes on to night,
Night passes on to day,
Every second that passes
Witnesses my heart's decay.

My heart lost in its previous agony
Sheds tears of sedation,
Numbing its own passions,
To forget its almost amputation.

My heart has suffered many losses,
So my brain continually consoles it,
My soul now conflicted,
As to how they should together truly fit.

My heart and mind have lost their balance,
Lost their ability to function and thrive,
Together as a partnership,
Under the observance of my soul's derive.

Less seems to be certain
than it is to most.
No goal, no path
no certainty in the expanse of this
equally wandering sphere.

Yet I do not long for life
to be a never-ending circle on repeat.

My mystery lies in mystery itself
The clues are there yet
scattered, fragmented, apart
like leaves and rocks in a
trickling bed of shallow water.

Harmony may well exist
between these minuscule pieces
I only wish my puzzle was as complete.

I am just trying to tell myself
That you're no good for mental health
But I cant seem to make up my mind
If you'll hurt me or I'll be fine
Buying time trying for peace of mind
Who is we, who are you? Who the **** am I and what should I do? I can not decide!
I am trying to say something, at least I tried.