Nightmares of broken butterflies
Wings torn, their voices faint lullabies
Personal demons solemnly warning
Of the bitter red skyline, bleak and mourning
Beasts, crimson rivers, pointless questions
Only twisted images and distorted reflections
Suicide in slow motion, a bitter sweet sort of pain
Begs the mind to wonder if daybreak truly came
Storm-tossed, freezing, alone and wet
Collapsing into dust from secrets forever kept
Separated by the line where good and evil bend
Yet another sleepless night, who knows when it will end?
In this horror something else lies
Majesty even in these heartbroken cries
Somewhere inside every terrifying sight
There is beauty in nightmares of the night
