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Raping The Chrysalis I - The End

he liked to dance in the rain
hes in my shadow
visions projecting from my shadow
hes a possibility
nothing more than a whisper
lifting the silence
breaking the leaves of
deception
raining all around
nothing to open the water
free a stormy sin
hes laughing!
giggling in the clouds
haunting beauty
of a childs glee
nothing more tranquil
than a diseased memory
to shatter that delight
oh dear! hes fell over
down he went
swift as a pole dropping
in an empty beehive
golden dreams, soft as honey
lost at sea
forever

Raping The Chrysalis II - Bleach & Butterflies

its not a chrysalis
I've been raping
but a quivering pupa
reeking of my reflection
cast in a pool of disgust.
my only pleasure lies in pain
the imaginary hurt flashing consecutively
even in my own voice
whispering waves of sound-my last resort
fading away gently with the beautiful sunset.

my hatchling is a butterfly
wings beautiful as the melting sun
got away from me at birth
blend back into me, we are a family
of two.

my two latest poems i pln on following this 'series' up pretty soon...i feel its going well