Oh dear butterfly's molten twilight husk.
You sit in the lobby with I til we
Reach the end of time, daylight becomes dusk.
This is something even the fool would see.

Oh sweet moonfilled vision of naught...perhaps.
I know nothing more of the guise you wear.
Not even time shall succumb to this lapse
Of what allows pleasure, my soul is bare

Oh how can we allow this potential?
It breaks us apart, and that's essential.