The veil of dead butterflies

Dive inside my crippled baby
Through the scars across the veins.
On exhausted fried deadlands
Pour like roses` petal rain.

Moon of sadness shines the clouds,
Shines the secret fair of pain.
Nothing else - just greed and passion,
Blind rushing to the lane.

Deep inside I hear the screaming-
You`re scared as a weed.
Useless creature, such unholy,
Misted, bleeded, free from weep.

Never think of harmless flying
Ever dream of virgin kiss:
In your body`s set the chaos,
Nasty pest, unseen disease.

It will nibble you with pleasure
Time to time, from sleep to sleep,
Freezing out the inward feelings
Turning you to soulless sheep.

Time`s not remedy for rescue
Time`s demanding for the bloods.
Try to overtake the spaces
If you still have thrilling guts.

Creep and suffer - only this way
The atonement comes to you.
In this world some things are needed
To be gone through.


Much is hidden, ancient secrets
Are forgotten, left behind.
Just remember the experience
On the veil of dead butterflies.