A fool of a child
An attempt to walk amongst the living
A larval yearning to taste the fruit
So sweet, forbidden to my tongue
Vernal skin to fall away
I never knew the world that you could hide
Stripping flesh with every damned caress
In silken bile you've spun, I am unborn
There is no rest, although I sleep inside this shell
A silent death alone, to protect my defiler
Time spent gestating through pain in 3 seasons of rot
In a chrysalis I've made of petrified dismay
The light of a false age carried me away
And I could see the end of the world coming
Though buried deep inside my shell
There is no rest, although I sleep inside this shell
My lungs collapsed inside my chest, I'm fighting to breathe
Forcing my eyes open to see whatever's left of truth
To break this armor and take my flight on these diseased wings