My iridescent wings fall to the ground as I hear a tapping on the wall.

A promise was broken.

Violent, repetitive, ringing relentlessly through my ears. I am growing weaker by the sheer sound of it and I've lost my ability to fly away. I start shrinking, shriveling, minimizing to a small bundled form. Without warning, plates cascade around me forming a cold metal cocoon.

This is what I never thought I'd feel, what I never thought I'd see. This is hopelessness, insecurity, low self esteem, this is my own bitter purgatory imprisoning my limbs and encaging the full extent of my body.

It's like a snow storm in the middle of summer, a lone wolf lost in unknown woods. It's like a being trapped in a cave with no light or sound, and when you scream, you're lucky if you hear so much as an echo.

This is demetamorphisis.

The ultimate loss of hope in the universe. I see no cracks of light shining through, I can no longer smell of the sweet scent of grass, or taste the warmth of the sun. I can't grow or learn, I can only just "be." I am stuck and for now there is no way out because no one actually knows that this is happening.

This is just another way of coping.

Perhaps I have misunderstood;
I cannot be certain.
Lost and afloat in you,
Unaware of what you desire,
I can only state two facts.
Barren is my womb and barren is yours.
But perhaps I can be as a butterfly.
As friend or lover or child,
Or all of these at once,
I can sprout wings and rise to meet you,
Perhaps as equals.

A shadow stands beneath the tree
Pointing at its heart.
The Other lies in a puddle
Of blood on the forest floor.
There, the shadow begins to
Merge with the tree; going thin,
Wide, spreading inward, leaving
The body on the ground to its
Own sad fate.
The shadow raises its hands upward,
Fanning them like leaves; its black
Skin becomes rough, porous,
Joining the roots that splay
Underneath the soil, reaching and
Seeing those invisible kingdoms.

There, with an intuition of its
New life, it forgets shame,
And hatred
And fear.
It wants to give up its shadow
Ways, and live a new life,
A pure life;
Simple being,
Never hurting another thing.

things are going to be grey
breathing tar inside
created nights without a sunrise

innocence breeds hopelessness in this world  
don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity

dark things spoken will play around the mind
like children they scream and curdle throughout the night
chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate

greedy lungs withhold oxygen
their offspring drain the logic from reality

last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within
we don't lie for ourselves
when we begin to give life to those living inside our head
it's nothing but negative metamorphisis

Have you ever thought about the way we change?
To be more precise the way we change for someone
It all can vary from person to person
But it all has the same result

We accommodate for one another
With the other not noticing what we have done for each other
Why does all this happen?

We notice until it is all gone
Or we have some one say,
Hey where have you gone?

I sit here thinking about all the changes I have done
From the way I talked
To the way I walked
To the way I saw
To the way I loved

The funny thing is
We start loving someone new
Where we left of loving the old
Seems like we are like insects going through Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis- the process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages

Feel the fire on your flesh, burning, transforming your entirety
Keeping all your secrets, forever hidden from the ones that you choose to deceive.
And if you feel that he is getting too close, run away…. Far away..
Never be too far away from home, to truly leave.

There in the distance, there is a siren beckoning for you.
She has her hands out to embrace you, only to crush you.
Her velvet dress is plunging down, so deep  you can see inside her.
But, it’s never enough to make her want you as much as you want her..

Listening to the folk music in the distance …
I can feel the agony coming on to me again..
Could it be real “??   Could it be my fault, again.?
Seeking revenge through the strangest of ways.  

The rocks are so real, that the sailors think they are seeing a mirage
But in reality, they think they will truly live past this day
Gorging upon the flesh of the past in the true spirit of the future
Bent, solemn, tragic, metamorphisis of the human character.  
Dig deeper, into the humanity that is no more.

Lifting my eyes to the stained, blackness of  their souls
Freedom beckoning from a distance for miles
Sativa and honey dripping from the demons, black. toothless grins
As I ***** my empty stomach and wretching, green nothingness, human bile.

So go upon your merry way and sing while you die
Feel the ******* anger and bitterness eating your insides.
So then, you walk the plank, knowing your end is near
Never giving in to the blanket of fear.

Tell tale signs of forgiveness, that is rarely real.
Stop the *******, you don’t know how to feel.
You lost  your soul a long time ago, gave it up for a bag
Now your eternity is forever evil and you’ve lost your true life’s zeal

Words
The play of a quick witted tongue entertains, while the cry of the mute deafens the crowd.

Moonlight
The moon is the imperfect diamond which gifts the enamored with shades of light to fulfill spectrums of physical union.

Silence
Like the protection of a mothers womb it is the cocoon before ideas metamorphisis

Either as the same here or the mirror shone anew
She blew through the air clenching her loving fare
Bus stop there hung in time none awaiting to be taken away
Now she's gone and I cooly stand still standing here

Of the as if's break apart while hanging from window sills
And the priest marchers ****** their own by mistake
Of stages which burn majestic rifle loud the golden tickets
And managers of magic maneuver themselves just to stay sane

Here we lay stranded doubting dutifully what we will and see
Cause the land is too bareen now to live or have any fun
Crowded corners of railway stations lay fragmented for you
I stand alone on the far side of the bended and black road

See how light the light breaks through this starry night
Hear how hard the sounds of the hounds howl and whine
Touch the tearing face of every other mother's son
Smell the smear of the feeling rear of a box car going & gone

Near to me was the only thing you said you knew how to do
Now with you gone I hear nothing but he skies crashing blue
Near to the end of the tree marked mark to dark were your eyes
Now your hair falls in another place far away oh so far

Suspend tie your wives who look off not so proud
Cause of the worry of the word shines on these familiar lies
I take what must be took for that must be that
Grip the Earth for Her skin never has bore any trap

Slow motion type of reeling metamorphisis and wall
Two to the too late sisters who wore her hair in tails
Ordinary at night but in the light of the breaking day
She wears the warmth of the world all through her black curls

But trapped away from the majestic tyrannical royalty
Of fear ******* pickers who scream of their lowly teen like woes
She bears no hate but seems to carry it everywhere she goes
And when you talk to her of love all she can say is so...

Sinister corruption in the corn meal concoction sense
Relying on the pencil shavings pieces spend to protrude
Neither I fell flat on myself or I never even knew you
Spending an hour to send another love note and then

But thought thinks fast for the feasible starry night
Yes' there was a ****** in the mercurial sense
Right to the end streets were made all lined in by the fence
Scissor of the sorry cuts through us all for far too long

Kindle the heat underneath that chest which softly beats
You were away but then by my search I found you again
Alone so secluded so as you asked for another in confusion
What has happened to you my lost angel my one reason?

But trickle no wet noon upon the block which we walked
These are the terrors of the town which make no sound
Your man with his hands has broken your name once again
We I me and you would never choose to live in time the same in tune

Half a butterfly on my left wrist

The other half on her right hand

We hold, and hold, together we hold

A blue butterfly to hide our scars


I have a pink butterfly to draw attention to my pain

She has a blue butterfly to draw attention away from her eyes


We share our wings,

we give our hearts


It is time for metamorphisis

It is time for us to FLY

And when all the bright lights fade, there'll still be stardust in her veins

It is running through her. She needs no blood for then she would have something to shed. A snake sheds skin, a butterfly sheds chrysalis and caterpillar alike, the things in metamorphosis it needs no longer. A dandelion seeds. But it does not shed

It waits for someone to blow, whether breath of a human or breath of the wind or just the breadth of time and gravity

She is the stars’ dandelion, a night gazer

We’re all made of stardust you know

But in our mental light pollution of darkness, we lose ourselves

She sees carousels of knowledge swirling with fear, in an iridescent delicacy that only comes with ideas that aren’t and will never be tangible.

How big is the ocean? How big the sky, the earth, the universe? How far out can we go, but also how far in?

If every night she lit a lantern, the night sky would sing for them. The trees would catch them. They would sparkle even in absence of the moon.

One day they go out, light no longer

Today is that day

She is

Stifled

And just so small

But when all the bright lights fade, there'll still be stardust in her veins