but we're just dead butterflies at the end of this poem
the strong light made us lose our lives
the sheer wings burned out with our souls
sing you memories from the past
smeared on the floor
candlelight, hot summer night
lack of clothes
demons, ghosts and ancient gods
dribble from the sky
farries went by- they wanted to turn me into
a source of light
but without you i'm blind
guarding each other, keeping away from sunburns,
moonhurts, hail falls.
sing you memories from the past
lyrics, that only i, can relate- to you
we both got deadly weapon
killing butterflies just to finish this poem








Dallas,   april 2001