Pale Forest Mother Cocoon
Nestled up inside
chrysalis is warm
Feeding in my hive, soon I will be gone
But, years have gone by
and the walls are still to strong
Embraced in claustrophobic care
Safe, and with my belly full
I face each day with glee
cause this will be the day when she might set me free
And when the walls still won't give in
I slowly start to dread
that for another night or two
cocoon must be my bed
Squirming worms inside
Chrysalis is worn
old man in his hive, permanent unborn
The walls are cracked, the egg is hacked
but now I am to weak
I can't get out through paper walls
Safe, and with my belly full
each day I twist and bend
cause this will be the day when everything will end
