Remember the time when
the keyboard was a pen
Eggs came from the chicken
that fed the fox in the den

Remember how and why
you would freely cry
the sight of blood and plume
torn breast and thigh

Remember that red sketch
no more eggs to fetch
just this hideous picture
that made mamma wretch

Remember the time when
paint, pencil and pen
screamed out all your words
at the sly foxes den.

I want to be seen
I want someone to rip my soul apart and mold it with theirs
I want to lead a revolution, one that changes for the better
I want to be seen by naked and pure eyes
Those that haven't been contaminated by worldly prejudice

I want to be known for what my entire life has set me into
For what the universe has always led me to be
And for what I believe is the reason why
I am curled up in bed at 2 am in the morning
Hoping that someone can bare me open
Begging for the acceptance of  the chaos
That has lived and survived in my deepest oceans
And be fathomed by strangers who
Could look at me as I am

Leave me to my melancholia, will I ever make it.
The only saving grace is no longer lit.
Tonight will be impossible to survive.
The moments we've shared will help revive.
The elements were against me for so many nights.
It's however this night we meet.
Butterflies are leading a large fleet.
With ultimate sacrifices made before each start.
Can you imagine a goodbye after I depart.
It's a brighter picture that fulfills my heart.

I'm falling down at the same time as you
So take my hand and at least
When we hit the bottom,
We'll have something to cling to.
It won't make us rise faster
But at least we might stand a chance.