Like a butterfly caught up in a hurricane My love red seeps from black vein Where is the magic wand to change The devil's dead ditty Back to my pretty swan song Alone in my blue bed alone in my black head Loosened by despairing chains I hunger for love's food But where are you lover At work of course But I don't care to share You have spoiled me Given me wings and cause to dream Only leaving me to punch pink pillow While you punch the clock Leaving me to pen poetry in pursuit of pain Blooming like a venus fly trapper When lover so dapper Returns offering his vein Like a butterfly with brown eyes Caught up in a hurricane.