Liminality

Would you hate me if told you that the human existence
is just the eye of a spiritual monsoon?
and what if i told you that the skin of a butterfly
is just another cocoon?
this is not about death
it's about savoring your breath
until your breathing is through

To stay open
to keep your fears in isolation
from evidence
from the stimuli present
 in the very air that you breathe to keep your heart beating
The very same heart, metaphorically speaking,
that you are breaking
to keep your mind all patched up and functional.

and as long as you refuse to close
keep the midnight oil burning
you'll have to keep a gun under the counter for deterrence
Defense
god forbid, its your essence they're stealing!

You remove the lid
stick your hand in
the cookie jar never pilfers back
So much heartache
so many masks
they never quite got the definition of your distress

People can beat and bruise you, yes
but the worst pain you'll ever experience
comes from the lies you tell yourself