Eating, away at your conscience,
Narrowing your vision,
Altering reality and fairytales,
But easily obtained,
Constant internal battle,
Nothing can make this mind,
As Beautiful as a butterfly.

"They're not attacking you, they're attacking your idea because you were louder then anyone else."

She was a feisty little kitten that always ran free
Playing out with all the others
careless as could be
You were an evil hungry wolf
looking for prey
So you scooped her all up
and called it a day.
You lured her to your den with promises and treats
Making her think, that you had nothing but sweets
So she let you collar her, her trust you had gained
But she was soon to find out
You were evil, and fanged.
She would try to escape, and play with the others
But in your den she was kept, trapped, and smothered.  
It took a lot of time for her to break free
Out of your grasp, she escaped, and ran to flee
Finally off and away, Your collar, she shed
Hoping someone better, would take her instead.

The warmth
inside your crevice
makes me rock hard
as I unearth your depths
peeling back layers
searching your peaks
in sight of your crests
our chest abreast
so close I can
taste the warmth
on your breathe