Broken Chrysalis, I observe
The wings emerge
First, the rest follows
From the womb that is not flesh
Nor sown by man, it is change in motion
Metamorphosis, we pass varying multitudes
Before we are born
Into a world without dialect, without notion
Or obsession, the idea is that we continue to survive
Sometimes we crash
On the invisible frontier, mistaking the wall
To be a growing expanse, and like the butterfly,
We soar, knowing not our pathetic insignificance
In the world’s eye,
Yes, dreams are so pure, they lead us on
On bloated wings they let us climb the ladder
That isn’t all there, we know this not till the end
And let us catch a glimpse, of paradise
Then the wings break, they negate,
Our rise, and we fall into hopelessness
And we keep searching for that view, time and again
Only to find the rotting ground around us,
And us, rotting in the middle
Until we see another chrysalis break open, and its sole inmate soar
Into the sky, that we fell from
And we hope, against all dying hope
That this butterfly may not plummet to the ground too

From your days to mine

From your days to mine

Time does not lag behind

We go in step, and when I say

The rest is dust, I mean it so

The rest is indeed dust

And the words that slip off,

My sharpened tongue, are indeed

Pain, burning in intensity,

Eating my strength away

My heart feels pain too

I must stay,

Miles away, from your side

For even in existing so, I hurt

You, whom I should never,

Have hurt

My tongue is steel, yours sadly

Is flesh, they remain burned

From whatever grievance your pain

Has given shape to

And the bitter taste stays

Behind, flavoring thus, all your

Remaining days

My tongue is charred, yes, I replaced

Its throbbing breadth, with metal

I would not have you do so too

I can swallow anything, regurgitate it,

With twice the force, I was made so

But not you, I would not have that

Happen to you, my time was shaped

Thus, by the hands of a larger time, and whatever

Feeling of warmth you left, would pass

Into void, leaving me cold again

I would not have myself sap away

That much of what is yours, for I would

Abhor myself, if I do so,

Your days are vibrant, filled with color

And life, mine is stone, cold from

Immobility, numb from breathing

Drying pain, memory’s bane

Into me there is a passage, there

Is none from me to you, save yourself

From the trap that is my soul,

Or hole, I care not to categorize

Inside is emptiness, fill me

And it would empty you,

I cannot replace

Your lost warmth, with mine, for

There is none left in me

Yes, I am deception, I deceive

Even though I choose not to, touch

Me, and I would inevitably touch

You, the pangs left behind would be

Too much to bear, for us both

Your intentions are good, mine are not

I would sway too much from this,

And it would sway you too

Even though you don’t want to,

I cannot ask you to remain, nor can

I push you away, for I do feel for

You, even though you cannot

Feel for me, my madness would

Infect your world, and you would

Hate me forever, or however

Much of forever, you survive, I would

Still be left behind, and I don’t want

That, I cannot have that, so I will

Leave you to your peace, and hope

That I will find my peace too

Remember this pain, the wound I made

Is word, the essence of it being so,

A necessity, I cannot change, I love

Nothing, need everything, and so,

I am cursed, but for this once I need

You, I cannot explain

How or even why, literally speaking

My brain is on fire, my heart

Drowning, or so it seems

The body I live in, is sweating

I cannot breathe, I never knew I could

But now I need it the most

The source of time, instants ticking by

The chime, of some gravity bound clock

Speaks within, I sleep

In wakefulness, my mind

Is a sea in spate, oil Wont do,

to curb its waves, bring forth

The sun, remove the wind, evaporate

The innumerable reasons that make me,

A lunatic and I will finally say I have

Loved you, and will always do

But the real question is,

Whether you love me too