will i rise

a lone butterfly breaks from its chrysalis
beauty must die, regardless where it flies
alone, benign dreams, from the catacombs
will i rise, will i die?

only when night comes, my wings are reborn
i fly into the darkness drawn towards the light
the silent deadly ambiance of what is to come
will i rise, will i die?

sanguine delight, a buffet of goodbyes
i dream of you in your labyrinth

will i follow the breadcrumbs
to the oven of passion my witch?

these passions will tear me apart
only for me to become
a showpiece in your collection
my greatest weakness is my infection…

for you…

will i rise, or fall again?

(c) 2014 allen simpson