Chrysalis

We went with hearts too full to know
Reveled in destruction and rage
The home is still faintly burning, inside, a couple of kids
The crying dust; the womb of lust
Pinks and oranges fall on the rooftops
The dark and the dampness, covering the walls in paper thoughts
Of gatherings long since passed
We broke into a billion pieces and finally fell

The cocoon is hard and protective
It's trimmed in the hair I have ripped
Collected from each creature
The wing veins in the heart burst through

Looking at you, I gasp but my lungs fill with hopelessness
Dry, sucked-back pupils

Immerse myself in the cracking shell
Thinking of times when the kitchen chair, would be my bed
The cocoon, I hear your voice, your eyes dart
Toxic secretions coming out of you

Like a colorful hostage behind glass
I strip and enter the last stage
Countermeasures to race these toxins
I'm not dreaming