The beauty of such innocence,
as it flies deep into the sky.
Caught you in my hand,
your wings break off.

I fall to the floor,
as my mind twists and turns.
One wrong move,
and then you'll fly away.

My mind starts to ache,
I can't put my finger on the pain.
Forgot what i was going to say,
as paranoia fills my soul.

Take my hand,
I'll take you away.
We'll fly far away,
somewhere where things are different.

These thoughts are not mine,
is someone watching me?
I never did those things,
I think I'm losing my mind.

She lands on my lips,
looks me in the eye.
I'm on the floor,
everything gone black.

What happened back there?

The truth is covered,
and lies are shown bare.
Peace is non-existent,
as long as you are still in control of my mind.

Let me go,
they all call me crazy.
I know I am not,
but I just don't get anything.

Flashback come back to my mind,
but that never happened.
And if they had,
I don't want to remember.

The avoidance of reality,
only so cold as you can imagine.
The images I see,
are darker then your darkest haven.

I go into a shock,
I cry in my heart.
Yet they appear on my face,
water rolling down my cheeks.

The monarch butterfly,
my favorite of all.
Yet as it touches my skin,
I now own a new name.

The tragedy and trauma,
all that I have to go through.
I am your puppet,
yet I do not even realize it.

Is it paranoia?
Am I really just crazy?
Is it really just stress?
Am I really just lost and confused?

Or am I another person,
another soul,
another spirit?

A God[dess],
a Satin?
An angel,
or Demon?

I would rather know,
I am a condemned nothing,
then to know,
I was a monarch butterfly.

You don't control my mind...

                                                  ...Anymore