The darkness gives way to butterflies and repulsion breaths life into statues of dead dogs...    
    
These horrors must be kept.    
    
Though stitched eyes would bring no release to these lost soldiers    
    
A forest far away burns down and you scream my name    
    
Crying all the while, the mother's child dies    
    
Will I ever be free?    
    
A shadow looms through the window and you reach to the outstretched hand    
    
Will you take his word over the eyes in a painted room?    
    
Faceless words mutter silently in a meaningless language    
    
These premonitions so clear...    
    
Could I simply be slipping out of view once again?    
    
Lost in a dream about a dream    
    
Eyes flutter open    
    
The beating of wings of glass winds

A knife's edge will cut through the night and leave me in silence    
    
Quiet and alone, you will die!    
    
A wealth of burden all his own to eat    
    
Darkness gives way to the dawn and the butterflies take flight though the deliverance of daylight