My freedom lies in a golden butterfly with red rimmed wings

that flies further and further away

from these four walls that suffocate

and close in on my heavy mind.

I wait for the day when the butterfly engulfs me

and i steal it’s beautiful wings

and inherit it’s beauty and freedom

and fly gainst the winds that send me back.

Back to below, haunted by memories,

of my bondage and lack of oxygen

butterfly wings, light and swift

the only thing innocent that can save me now.

Butterfly wings, take me away

into my cloud of effortless white

away from hell

into the salvation that exists only in my dreams.