out of a haunting macabre I have come out of a sinister and baneful slum and now all I am is melting in your drowning eyes and skirting across your velvet skies with the blood red butterflies dripping sweet is the passion here like a jubilant angel’s glowing tear with a little excitement, a little fear and finally I am seeing clear and those butterflies afloat in your eyes full of rapture they further sensationalize this flavour that springs within and I an overtaken simply by your grin open the door to a wave of butterflies their dance is worthy of the highest praise as is your smile that love gallantly portrays for only you could grasp the sun’s lucrid rays your blazing scintillating romance sultry white, a dazzling trance a walk through melodic emotion in a rip ridden, torrid ocean because in a world of the crudest pain and utterly insensitive disdain you are king, in a glorious reign and you could rupture the most brutal chain

with the sunset aflame, tinted by a golden glory you’re the one with the smile that writes a story and when all this is over, we may not be together separated like a bird from it’s feather But God’s knows I won’t ever forget these times with all the sweet passion and your scent, like a rhyme the frantic butterflies ablaze all with red and all the pain and love I bled

gothic romance, dark and deep grey butterflies, too rare to reap splendid misery and lost desire the floating melody of a haunting choir mystic magic, that would be you Joey perfectly dark, but white and snowy it’s rather bleak on days without you and your black rose tattoo slamming metal, noise and chaos inky waters, it’s all a loss trapped in a memory nothing to see locked in a tower with the banshee That’s you Joey, my only dream Snapshots of my life a white rose scheme But all these dreams will die away And maybe that’s where you will stay