Tickle Tickle
Tickle Tickle
Do you feel the crawling of fingers up your neck?
Watch in the mirror as you lose your breath
Existence is fickle
Do you feel the whisper of ‘what if’ in your head?
Grab a hold of me and squeeze
Do you believe in everything you see?
Sight is deceiving
Close your eyes and dream with me
Close your eyes and witness the birth of Butterfly Tears
Beautiful crystalized emotion
Isn’t pain powerful, devastatingly beautiful in its manifestation?
Isn’t pain horrible, obsessively present in its operation?
Scratch Scratch
Do you feel the prickle of nails down your throat?
Keep your eyes closed and feel with me
Love is painful but beautiful
Loneliness is sad but liberating
If I could be blind and still see
What reward would be afforded to me?
I have to unlearn my sight
As I glare daggers into myself
This is messy
My words are messy
But that is all I need
The release may not be perfectly orchestrated
The reception may not be positive
However, a release it remains.
I’m in a trance as I reach out for numbness to put me to sleep
Smile mechanically as you believe you see
Heart enclosed in my hands
Pain on one side and fear on the other
Grab a hold of me and squeeze
The weight in my hands lifts
Terror and blood I release in a silent scream
Is this picture visible?
Or are you as lost as I am in my mind?
I don’t know how to make it clear
I wish I could make you hear
The thoughts that rest in my head I always hold dear
Bad, good, painful, joyful
But this beast I describe is nothing but a butterfly
My beautiful Butterfly Tears
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