A sidelong glance, nothing exposed
3 chances past, she taunts she knows
An urge put off, a growing fire
soon Ill do it, my funeral pyre
Since I sense no meaning, no
       nothing in sight
Ill wait to see her, see her at night
Hellen in Hell, burning blue bells
  lights ever melting, molting, morphing
  the winged worm, I so adore thee
Monarch of me, I'm queen of thee
We'll explode in the sky
        two wings of the same butterfly