Butterfly, butterfly
Such a beautiful sight
I'm drawing all these butterflies
To save my own life
No more of the cutting
Nothing with the burns
I am done with tying nooses
My butterflies will save my world

It is quiet here
An eerie silence
As if we were in the time before time
When God reigned alone
And humanity was naught but a thought

Life, such a trifling thing
Fleeting, brief
Like a flash in the pan, or a shooting star
A moment, quickly forgotten
By the powers above

Silence, accompanied by darkness
The darkness you can feel, a solid wall
Where you can't move, can't breathe
Can't do anything at all
But feel terrified, of those in the dark

Those things, wrought by your fear
Undefined, unnamed, but immensely powerful
The darkest dregs of your unconscious are concealed here
Here, in the darkness
Where the monsters roam

We
Meaning us
As in you, and me
And him, her, she
All of us, together
The disenfranchised youth
Rising up as one

We
Meaning the future
Change, a fresh start
Learning from the mistakes of the past
Diving into the success readily available
For us, that other form of we
A collective, meaning you, and me

Hero
H-E-R-O
One word, Four letters
Loaded with meaning
But what, daresay, is the meaning?
What makes a hero?

Well, there are stereotypes
Storybook characters, playing the role
Strong, brave, handsome
Chivalrous, even. Bold and daring
But that isn't a real hero

A real hero is weak, cowardly
They lack confidence, they aren't strong, smart, or handsome
They live their lives in the background
If they had a color, it would be something nondescript
A beige, perhaps, or a muted blue
They live and let live

Until the time comes, where they must step up
The true hero, they seize the moment
They act against their fear, they gain strength they thought they lacked
To save the day
And fade, into the background

What?
Oh right, nothing
I am bleeding?
Strange, I don't remember how that started
My heart is broken?
Strange, my mind registers it
But I do not feel it
Self hatred? Oh, yeah, that
I know the concept, and my mind knows it should apply to me right now
But, funny, it doesn't

They call me crazy
Like I'm the Mad Hatter, celebrating an unbirthday
But if insanity was happiness, I'd be so content
If it was celebration of the mundane,  I would be tranquil
But it is not

Insanity is fear
Fear, of others words, of friends, and lovers, and yourself
Fear to do the wrong thing, and make a mistake
Fear, to do what is right
Fear, tainting all of your thoughts

Insanity is the hatred
Oh yes, the hatred, red and powerful
You close your eyes, and you can see it, the beast
Insanity is Satan stopping by to say hello
Heath Ledger introducing some chaos into the equation

When you wake up in the middle of the night
Drenched in a cold sweat, covered in your own blood
With no recollection of the previous night
No explanations, for what has happened
That, is insanity

Insanity is the enemy of death
For death brings with it silence
And there is no fear, chaos, hate or insanity in the silence
Death, a beautiful new lover, an escape
Death, the only option

Dripping, from an open wound
Wounds, that they would say are self inflicted
But we all know it was because of them
They who would not listen, and could not understand
Who made you feel worthless, like a mistake

Wishing I was dead, just to make them happy
For, if every time I speak I worsen my situation
The Silence death brings would surely please them
Cut off from the world, with only my thoughts
This makes perfect sense, to take my own life

Yet my heart, he refuses to stop beating
No matter how many times I try, my brain will not cease to function
In this I am a failure, as in all other things
Yet if you knew, this time you would be glad I failed
But I can not tell you, for you don't understand

They do not think of the individual
For them, there is no individual receiving their actions
They do not think, of what their action have done to the individual
They think only of themselves, and how they had to do it
So as to seem a good person, in the eyes of their peers

They can destroy a life
Just to justify their own
Not to themselves, but to others
"I did this, so I am a good friend"
No, you did that so you could seem a good friend, not be one

A good friend thinks of both parties
Not just themselves
You aren't a good friend
What you did, it was not right
Adding stress is a horrible way of eliminating stress

Think, now, before you act
Learn, please, from your mistakes
Never do this again
To anyone
Seeing the damage it caused

Tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Time marches forward
An unstoppable force
And what, may I ask, are you doing?
Why is it, that we simply **** time'
When we all know, that killing time kills you
And we live, for nothing
No higher purpose, no reason
We live, simply so that the next day is better
And then the next day after that
Until there are no more days left
And you have died, for nothing

Silence
When the heart stops beating, the lungs stop breathing
The footsteps, they are no more
Hands no longer snap, clap, wave
Vocal chords no longer vibrate
Mouths no longer twist these vibrations to word
Laughter is gone, as are the tears
Sobs, they are no more
Noses, no longer blown
A conspiratorial whisper is history
Teeth rest still in the cold
Dead.

Freedom, that glorious principle
Men live for it, as they die for it
Freedom means many things, each unique to the thinker
Freedom to speak, to write, to faith

What is freedom to me?
Freedom is standing at the mouth of an abyss
Staring into hell, choosing my path
Freedom is the wind at my back, the rain on my skin
A storm, reigning over the world

Freedom is the choice
Freedom is all of the choices
To choose, it is mans greatest gift
That which separates us from the wild

Freedom is thinking before you speak
And speaking before you think
It is a contradiction, a confusion
The right to not make sense

What is freedom?
Freedom is me
Freedom is you
Freedom is us.
And us, my friends, us is a wonderful thing

Hot, boiling anger
Lava flowing through my veins
Red, deep and brilliant before my eyes
Spots of black obstructing my vision

Only love can cause so much hate'
Only joy, can bring so much pain
God invites Satan to dinner
And my happiness is the feast

My bubble is collapsing
My mind,  it is in tatters
All I can say is
Ha.Ha.