Its spinning
Everything is spinning- nobody cares
Not a **** soul cares
That the pulsing blood people die for
Can only sustain so long

Don't you hear below your jaw
As it pounds so strong

You're disgusting
All of you disgust me
Carry your heads and walk
Trampling and leaving trails of blood
Soaked in the remnants of you
Shove everyone aside
Placing the brightest light on you
Until you need the transfusion

Do not date a caterpillar
helpless, curious, full of wonder and wow
Potential through the skies and promise of beautiful wings one day but now
It feeds on you, destroys you, leaves you with holes and then one day
after it's taken everything it needed from you, spread it's new wings and fly away.

Burning water
scars your skin.
Arched back, slipping
on the cold marble.
Trapped
like an animal, trying to

fly away.
A spark, a golden haze, a rainbow
as light meets water
Your prison
a glowing chrysalis.
The rush of

inspiration.
Flies fast
up, out of reach
It's wings
a vibrant orange
Rare and beautiful
It is

lost to you.
Slipping into darkness
The maze of the mind
A vast forest
Full of life, full of
dead ends.

You may catch a glimpse
of orange
through the mist.
Like a beggar, reach up with
grasping hands, desperate, feel
its touch, it burns
your frail fingers, and you
fall

into darkness
Blind as a beggar
Empty and cold, you wait
for the rush to return
the rush of wings
vibrant orange
rare and beautiful
butterfly.

The phone is ringing
but I don't want to get out of bed.

I'm a caterpillar stuck in a cocoon.
It's not my time to flourish -
no one else is home.

So I guess I have no choice but to be the butterfly
Then crawl back into my casing once more.

What does a butterfly do? What is a butterfly like?
It takes long for her to be born and then she has the Freedom to fly and live just for one day before she dies. Likewise, I will fly around you and I will try to inspire you with my beauty before I fall on the cold ground and become a beautiful memory. The butterfly is not afraid to fly towards the dancing flames of a fire. She doesn't know the danger. She is just attracted by the fire's dance, its warmth and fierce. She sacrifices her one and only day of life so she can feel the warmth of those flames. She doesn't know that despite her sacrifice, the fire will still burn her. She doesn't know that when she offers her beauty to this dark twisted dance, it will make no difference. She is heading to her own destruction and yet she flies..

Has I enter the outside
With subzero temperatures
And blow a bubble
I excepted it
To freeze
Yet instead
It filled with
Different coloured butterflies.

Drunk on the nectar
Crinkled wings the butterfly still
One last sip savoured

I rather be a single, petite daisy,
compared to a bouquet of thorny,
seductive dripped red roses
who get all the bees attention
while I get a beautiful, delicate butterfly