flight of the butterfly, rising free
Thankfulness flows
from the one who remembers;
he walked in the great misery,
the bold suffering of his heart.
Circling emotions
Devouring the lost truth
Where did the sanity go?
What is left to lose?
Dark Monday's moon lights the black sky
Shining the way for many a lost soul
Confused in the judgment of shame found anew
Searching again for the last fractured whole
Forever alone, one with the pain
Craving the misery, revisiting the rain
Casting heavy stones, carrying the chain
Knowing this feeling never will wane
Stars twinkling bright, so out of reach
Midnight strolling, lost soul to find
Dark side of ancients tempting the child
Seeking the depths of ripples divine