“I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.”

“I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.”

“Life is a poemjust waiting to be written,lift your pen and speak.”

“If you wish to know me,just ask.”

“How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?”

“I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.”

“Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.”