The Chrysalis

Am I locked inside my head
Divined by two natures?
Can I ask myself for that?
Where I am? Tell me the truth.

Am I monster? Am I freak?
Perfect infect to disease
Or just helpless tiny worm
And I must to hurt, to squirm.

I beat strong about the walls
May it's prison for a crime
I already heard these words:
"Awake, it's time!"

Grossly screech in that warmest fullmoon night
I beseech - it's time, set me free to light.

I hide outside of dark
My empty soul callmark
You want look from within
Don't be scared there is nothing.

A broken glass my life
Are bleeding scars from knife
Inside my world is dark
And empty soul dead's mark.

My flesh swell chrysalis
A growing sound heartbeat
Who am I, a butterfly?
Or death comes from inside?

And crumbling chrysalis
And cracking at the seams
And dead flesh falls off
There something terrible grows off.

The small rotten ball there
Died long time ago in lair
Naive soul of embryo
Dreamed of may flying once.

You're living with your dream
You know what hides within
Don't wait until you die
Break chrysalis and you can fly.