Butterflies Of Hell

I am full of poison
And in need of release
My skin breathes fire
And stains my clothes
My pain laughs at your'e love
A giggle at my funeral
Wings that were once beautiful
 now are brushing against my skin,
and leave a metallic taste on my barren lips
I have become most beautiful demons I hide
They tell me these butterflies keep me alive
at the tip of their wings I grasp
 But my heart strings are severed like an instrument in the midst of rapture
I let out sounds no one hears
All kinds of silence.


These butterflies of hell tell me
if I talk enough sense
ill lose my mind
So I say nothing.
My mind speaks volumes,
And only they hear what im killing myself to say



I gave myself time to heal
But I stand up,
To move on,
And they awaken
And their wings are aflame
anew with rested energy
my chect gapes like a childs jack'o'lantern
and my lonley heart tries to peek into the world that hates it

Im finding love were its not supposed to be
in the one whos killing me
my self love is twisted.
i . hate . myself .

After the demons said it.
my mind reeels
but i find its true
if you hear something enough times,
                     you start to belive it too

Even as I write this, The butterflies are starting to awake.
It hurts with the most ecstatic misery
It feels good
to be not ok


Exuse me as I try to breathe through torn lungs.
                  ......
Until they calm,
I lie awake.