flight of the butterfly, rising free
Touched by the breezes
And the words of teachings shared
Sweet moments of art
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
sweet, joyous pain
doorway to the light
through the shadows
most repugnant blight
pain is an illusion
life is but a dream
how will i ever wake
if first, i don't scream
hurt me, bite me, make me bleed
take me on your strong fast steed
passion's fire, divine blood
orgasmic pain, saving flood
love me
hate me
kill me
save me