White butterfly's

Most days you can find me threading needles .
Swimming up stream and treading evil .
I have not found peace shy of death .
Who will ease me in when I take my last breaths .
On pale morning I may get free.
Midnight  I maybe found hanging from a tree .
I worry about the ghosts that wont   leave me alone .
Are they in your dreams too .
Will you recognize there voice.
Would you form an apology.
Do you remember when we where strong .
Before all the love is gone .
Can you take me back where I came from .
I can't take myself home.
In a house with shutters painted black .
I move with nothing to pack .
You hear her disenchanted cry .
I'would give her away for nothing .
To be swallowed by a starry night .
To be gone .
Again .
My perspective is objective .
Bubbles over from injection to injection.  
From every cross and intersection .
Every classified section .
No one loves you .  
But I still can't learn my lesson .
The only light I can see is incandescent.
Paying my debt .
In a world of living shadows .
White butterfly's .
Nothing was ever the same .