please could you stop the noise.

It's the devil's way now.

There's no way out.

You can scream and you can shout.

It is too late now.

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The butterflies wouldn't stop haunting me.

I could never understand

why something so beautiful

could turn into something so repulsive,

something so.... overwhelming.

It wouldn't be fear;

for I wouldn't swat the butterflies. 

I wouldn't want to,

I wouldn't dare to.

Because the butterflies wouldn't stop haunting me.

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Let the butterflies go.

But how?

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Close my eyes again,

thinking of the greens,

the flowers,

the sky.

Serenity.

Finally, peace.

It was calm,

calm before the storm.

A storm of butterflies

gushing past in a hurry,

swarming in circles,

in beautifully coloured circles.

So overwhelming.

So suffocating.

They never seem to go away.

Never will it end.

I don't belong here.

No, I don't belong here.

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M.

I'm trying to get some rest

From all the unborn chicken voices in my head.