Burn through the chrysalis

It feels like being

Weighed down by

Crushd bones

Inside of

Where you've been

Trying to evolve

Beneath the layers of

Someone else's skin

Penetrating seven

Levels of Integ-ument

Attempting to crawl

Through the chrysalis

Trying to shed your ego

With serrated edges

Hoping to bleed through

Into something beautiful

A Moth drawn

To the same flame

A butterfly avoids

Hoping to burn through

On the other side

And emerge the same hue

Praying for a resurrection

Wings still wrapped tightly

In fading colors

Burnt by your transgressions

A soul-fleeting death

Rising through the ash

Butterflies and moths

Representing

The same transformation

In the end