Do Not Disturb

I'm sleeping away from hurt and metaphysical chuckles. I need little time to track my wings and smile back at butterflies. There are souls in the flower here but they speak of deceit and friction, perhaps i exist in the other side of my bed where bad influence is violet. See what strings have cost my fingers of. I have no flesh to wear away the hate and pain around the needle. My guitar is disturbing my peace.