Scream of the Butterfly

Celebration of him, the Lizard King  
He had many games he played in his head  
To become different people  
To wake up amongst different grounds  
To wake up on the west beaches  
Many loved him, but he loved not many  
He wants to dissolve in an escape with the redhead of his dreams  
Sweaty atmosphere, smog underneath the lights  
Run into the bliss of blood-stained lips  
Swollen pulses  
Dilated eyes  
Metamorphosis is in retrograde  
Flowing movements of spinning vinyl of Sinatra  
Misses Red made him feel so young and free  
But Day By Day, his love seems to grow for her  
Farther then the dissolving escape trip  
Scribbles in his notebooks of waiting for the sun  
To fall in love with her all over again  
Wicked was she  
But he never escaped her blue  
Blue Sundays rolled around but their love was beautiful  
Screams of patterns of symmetrical  
Bending backwards to reality  
Eyes glazed, lips graze    
Fading into love's oblivion dream