The Torn Off Wing Of The Butterfly (Anthropia)

Blurred vision of what my life could be With her, fade me away Wrapping bliss is here synthetic I know I'm dreaming, but it's so soothing Through his eyes I see myself naked My secret garden revelated Why doesn't he speak to me... ?speak to me... Slumped on settee, jack in hand Smoke and darkness fill the air A scene too mature for a child (It seems I lived thousand lives) Eyes wide open, disconnected While my mind lives it's romance I seem quite dead but if you look closely I smile Through my eyes don't you see my will I want someone who's strong This wait, it bother me In a strange motion of turmoil Her braided aura evaporates Although I hold you tight against my warmth Your entity flees from my arms How long will you stay in this reverie I'm here in the real world Peharps, I'm wrong, don't you want me? really... ? In a moment of pure stupor Her braided blond hair is moving away I leave it's not a dream, you missed the boat See you when you'll be on board As I see her walking away, Such as a torn off wing from a butterfly I try to keep her silhouette in mind But now that she reached the corner of the street It seems that her face is already erased from my retina. Is this the way humans are supposed To forget the loved ones, lord?