Butterflies while i sleep

From the moment you touched my lips and that Mary Jane hit was when the nightmares took a back seat in my head and the beautiful dreams made butterflies while I sleep. Sometimes, though I sleep, the butterflies make me weep, for their energy is so pure for my brain to see. For the devil in me slowly walks towards me while I sleep, trying to bring me back to the reality That my dreams could never see, as I wake from my butterflied dream state, I am reminded of all that conspired, while those butterflies made me weep, I am reminded how I hurt I am reminded of love I felt I am reminded of the evil that i've done I am reminded of the drugs that took control, I am reminded of the flower of betrayal that broke me down so, as i sleep, I let the butterflies consume me, and when I wake and see the tears drip down my face. I am relieved that the butterfliey of the night protected me while I sleep