Waiting on Butterflies I want someone to cherish my entire being, help make me see eternity.

I bide my time and wait for that meeting of soul on soul and body on

body.

I am waiting for that epic moment of the clearing of minds and

that tangible passion.

Time to break the Ferris wheel ride of heartache.

In my existential reality I need someone who can see the world with perspective while I stare through rose coloured glasses at the melting clocks that burn my morbidly see through skin.

Someone ...anyone...

pump warm blood into my veins and inject some life into my

degenerating bones.

Wanting, waiting and chasing the impossible.

Vengeful Butterfly

To those who hurt me, they will cower, dare I say, they will turn to

dust in my light like the vampires that sucked on my once warm blood.

The vampires that sucked the life out of me and left me for dead.

You vampires don’t give of self, emotion and heart, you are the walking

dead – emotional vampires on the prowl.

And as I get older, my senses get stronger and you will be sniffed out before you make your animalistic move and SNUFFED out if you try.

The Illusion of Butterflies

It’s strange
Yet wonderful
When your world becomes an illusion

Looking out the car window
Watching the tar
As it etches stone stories in my mind

I’m eerily calm
While my body feels weight-less
The urban noise grows silent
My thoughts grow loud

I look for something that I can touch
But it’s all ultimately intangible
Existential, magnificent and tragic

It’s strange
Yet wonderful
When your world becomes an illusion