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Butterfly |
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One New Member
since 2001-06-21
Posts 7 |
Bound to rack soul is stretched Little by little The mind becomes brittle break free while the jailor turns cocoon broken and flight cannot be bound no more alone, choice (or acceptance) sees you lie and wait to die once free, open the door to be alive to explore enter the maze through the parting entrance no thought can blind the soul while it lies immersed in it's own reality It should be expanded (We should expand it) not disbanded as cold stone desires (you see what I mean?) in this land, need is want but want is should, fear of blood butterfly in a bottle used to be a caterpillar but I caught it before it could escape can you hear it? it dances in your head down your throat leads you to your bed you can't see it but it's there you can feel it's wings beating as you begin to stare hands become numb eyes glaze into the sky let us dare where rocks fear to try still moon watches over his ever present children rising with the feeling comet across the sky and he screams wet dreams for the hiding blank sky for the dying the hills stained with blood and the butterfly is still in your bottle. I don't think many people will like this one :-) |
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destiny502 Member
since 1999-11-23
Posts 57OH |
this is interesting..gave me a lot to think about for some reason  Love can sometimes be like magic, but magic can sometimes..just be illusion |
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