Sitting on a cool wall
in the sunshine of the fall...

Roses falling down the drain,
like water droplets and memories...

Burning in this darkness
Darling, do you have your loaded gun...

I write these bullets out for you;
frustration is my gun...

Delicacies turn to ashes.
Quiet paper rests on fragile tongues...

Eyes open
Darkness all around...

Warm nothing hovers over us,
shouting of a significant insignificance...

She treats life like a photo,
a singular moment that's hanging in the air...

Sure, her art's a different kind
but she's breaking from her shell...

Every tear's reflective,
reflective of this pain...

[Everyone]
can make the butterfly smile...

Welcome to the world
of butterfly wings...