Butterflies - Port Blue

Now it's always been a riddle Misanthrope you always pursued a valid reason You know to be wrong with a reason You are what you are But your ever present sublim

Eyes -a thousand eyes waiting below the waves -because above the rain burns My past becomes a lie Goodbye sense of awareness -I drink adrenaline like mother's m

With the old days born anew A Massive gathering of onlookers Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked With feathers of dust and wind Emerging from the fiery fie