The butterfly revels in the adoration of the sky
Its colorful wings fluttering beautifully
As it goes from flower to flower distributing its essence
Forgetful of the nights it spent
Being stomped upon and called ugly…

Today I traded destiny for serendipity
Filled my tank with gas from the black market
And drove towards the sunset…

Last night as I laid with Lust
Riding the highs and fearing the lows
I asked what it would cost to spend my life with her
She stroked my hair and named her price…

I am pain, sheltered in porcelain
I am hard and I am delicate.
I am lost but I have survived…

Who shall pull us from this sunken place
Where we grovel in destitution
Wallow in misery, seeking restitution…