Butterfly wings flutter from within me
Like a canvas of colors painted by Dali
Sing me to sleep my saltwater siren
Rest my head on a pillow of rocks
In the beds of sicken sailors by the docks
Angels of a sinner curse me with the gift of wings
Impale my back with feathers of all things
Take the stairs to Heaven and the lift to Hell
My heart and soul detach, my mind is fleeing
Without love, morals, and logic, no life if freeing
They fly to you, offering a gift from each
A golden chariot sails above without a leash
Carrying a chalice of hope for peace from pain
I left from the side door that day to never return
Only to visit my old world to find my life in an urn
