I have Butterflies

Inside my stomach, I have butterflies,
A mockery coming to take me by surprise,
I have brittle thorns piercing my eyes,
Each hour growing into a terrible size.

My soul is wrapped in frozen compassion
Walking tongue-tied on the edge of fragility
Exposing a swarm of words in the afternoon
Horrific malady beating the floor critically.

Not knowing what's coming to catch my breath
And see the power of death between flames,
By the extreme force of depleted strength,
My agonies become cold icy blown grains.

Reality awakens by lamentable cries on flight,
We see the souls arrived in stars shining galaxies,
Painting the sky with lives of the brightest light,
Their images are captured on enviable spheres.

I am in a different realm, my heart is in pain
On silent wings of changes in the atmospheres,
Is this the place of eternity or do we try again?
Flapping our wings to crystallise like butterflies.