The Butterfly Collection
 

1.  The Poisoning
2.  Crisis
3.  War Against!
4.  The Vice Of Mrs. Grossly
5.  Madam Butterfly
6.  Princess Jasmine Of Tinseltown
7.  What Then?
8.  The Legend Of H. Gane Ciro
9.  But I Might Die Tonight (Written by Islam Yusuf)
10.  Metal Pig
11.  New Jersey
12.  So, Very Avoidable
13.  Oh, Ghost Of Mine
14.  Frost
15.  The Cross
 

The Poisoning
swimming... quickly in your sea of standards.  drowning, never truly living at all.  beauty surrounds you, but you gun for paradise none the less.  with your blinders on so clueless to it all.  in the end, can you truly say that you lived... or not?  poisoned the mind... by years of all the lies.  materialistic... society of the blind.  the poisoning... it is sickening, all the lies!  your heart gives... from stress... and you fall... you worked your life to death!  tragic you see... your death and its irony.  buried, blind... in the planet that you declined.  myths and lies... the poisoning of our minds.  brainwashed.  i'm not buying it!

Crisis
crisis today.  oh hell, not again.  lord show me mercy.  my heart is rupturing.  a flash of death.  the hot knife rips... through all inside me.  i pray that there will be another night.  there is silence... is it time?  there is silence... no!  darkness breaks through.

War Against!
i speak now of the merciless unseen.  an invisible force feeds, malevolent.  it's locked up inside me.  i will never be free from this disease... it won't get the best of me!  aaggghhhh!  my addiction, my intervention!  focus, re-focus!  easily said onto paper.  this is my life... and i want it... yes!  sometimes i stumble.  but i choose to fight, because my other option is death.  your spirit stands... aided by sticks and poles... fragile... responsible, for your own sobriety.  you topple... everyone goes down with you.  war against!  let me go.

The Vice Of Mrs. Grossly
hey mrs. grossly... mistaken.  you old and weathered fallen angel.  how is it that you came to be here?  irresistibility played you... made you a fool.  hey mrs. grossly... mistaken.  now shackled and chained to the rather deranged.  how is it that he loves you?  hitting the floor... slammed into the door... face to his fist... he must be hard to resist.  resist!  hey mrs. grossly... resist!

Madam Butterfly
it was not my decision, to conjure up mirrored images that we share... you and me, my dear.  feet firmly planted in the same hell.  interesting though how this plays out.  madam, i remember you now... that was you that stood right out... what was it though, about you?... oh, i know!... oh no!  when your cocoon breaks, you'll fly away.  what then will your intentions be, with your beautiful wings spread, displayed?  madam, embrace your true brilliance!  and fly... fly, fly, fly!  madam butterfly, seek out your true brilliance... let no one ever stop you!

Princess Jasmine Of Tinseltown
there was no false perspective here.  she was so very sad and sickened.  in the name of art she was to be here.  dying like all of the others?  nauseated, jasmine stood her ground while all of the tinsel people, soulless and evil, worked the town.  tinseltown damned.  said she was a princess now in need of conversation.  she wanted more from those, that never gave jubilation, when rubbed so slightly.  now here we go, back below... into this metropolitan hell hole.  it is not the talent that let's you live... it is the ugliest of things.

What Then?
how much longer... can we keep up?  before we run out of weapons, to fight the plagues to come?  for every virus, we seem to have a pill to pop.  but what then, what then, what then...  when the virus, acclimates to all we've got?  will we keep up?  and if not... what then... what then... what then?  in our defense, are we creating... aiding... an evolution of some super virus... poised to wipe us out?  a spear to the animal, that threatens us?  or just... fucking insanity... is this all just insanity.  domination, control we seek... or survival instincts?  what am i supposed to think?  well what?

The Legend Of H. Gane Ciro
they whispered his name again and again.  listen to the tone like a hollywood persona, an image so big don't you know... the legend of h. gane ciro.  feared by all... feared by all.  stories of violence those images burned my mind.  a psychotic peer so close, but unapproachable.  this was the godfather in my world.  the legend of... h. gane ciro.  it was a different place, a different state of mind, i had now climbed into an acquaintance role.  i saw a different side.  a family side, a humor side, his struggles of life realities.  knife cutting through the human being of... h. gane ciro.  i will remember you.

But I Might Die Tonight (Written by Islam Yusuf)
i don't want to work away, doing just what they all say, "work hard boy and you'll find, one day you'll have a job like mine."  cause i know for sure nobody should be that poor.  to say yes or sink low, because you happen to say so, say so, you say so.  i don't want to work away, doing just what they all say, "work hard boy and you'll find, one day you'll have a job like mine, a job like mine.  be wise, look ahead, use your eyes."  he said, "be straight, think right."  but i might die tonight!

Metal Pig
when will i know that it is gone?  life sucked away... is it when the wheels go whizzing off like spinning tops, violently whirling, violently turning till they drop?  i've spent the days unsure, but should i spend them prepping for long goodbyes, and teary eyes or flip the coin and revitalize?  have patience until november... so i'm told i need answers!  i'm trusting who?  metal pig.

New Jersey
the garden state.  it rains there every time... except once through the heart of all hardcore is right there at your door.  new jersey.  never a fade out.  you've always been there.  what gives?  i can't escape you.  i really must thank you for all of this.  thank you.

So, Very Avoidable
the blood... red... flowing, a lifeless draining two dead, one on the way.  how is that for control?  irresponsible!  you paid with their lives in full.  with your good friends dead, tell me how will you live?  stained walls, a dark memory, of the night that you did... drive drunk... in control?  you were not, when you crashed into the pole.  so, very avoidable!  but your friends are dead now, you see your friends all dead now, in the early wakeing hours... dripping with sweat.

Oh, Ghost Of Mine
i hear you dancing upstairs.  moves, as swift as astaire.  i would like to embrace you but, i'm not in your afterlife.  oh, ghost of mine!  you haunt these walls.  forever calling... moaning.  is there something unsettled?  were, wounds left wide open to rot?  when you died so many years ago, miserable.  when you died so many years ago.  were, your wounds left wide open?  i'm sorry i have no schooling to sew them shut for you.  i'm sorry... oh, ghost of mine.

Frost
awake to the morning frost.  retract from the day.  i feel no hope here.  hideaway.  the fallout remains.  tuck me away.  throw me away.  end me today.  our trek to the light may encounter darkness.  grinning it suffocates, annihilates, we fall from prior spinning.  slow to get up?  dare you let the frost settle upon you.  it's a cold hard world out there.  don't end... begin!  summon your strength from the hell that's been cast on you.  hopelessness clutches and twists your soul.  you will succumb if you let it get to you.  it's a cold hard world out there.  don't end... begin!  summon your strength from the hell that's been cast on you! ...can you?  when it has you... when it has you... can you summon the strength?  begin!

The Cross
 
 
 

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