Poem -
Butterflies
Circumambient in excess,
Distress and butterflies.
Symbiont in possess,
Burns flesh through to my insides.
Abundant notes in whisper,
Twister of emotions,
Conniving, summarising,
Scenarios in motions.
Succumbed to disquietude,
In solitude I wander,
Such avenues I venture,
Self-affliction and blunder.
Nimiety on my tip toes,
Insanity grows, I fear,
Consumed by the darkness,
In shadows eyes leer.
Torturous in magnitude,
Null of gratitude in taint.
Blank canvass sporadically splattered,
Quite I picture I paint.
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