Butterfly effect in a cocoon
this serenade, a forgotten tune
like a strange dream come true
the colors fade to a sickly hue
Butterfly effect in a cocoon
this serenade, a forgotten tune
like a strange dream come true
the colors fade to a sickly hue
To this hue the colors fade
thus, a deep grayer shade
as these dead flowers bloom
for remembrance of the womb
Remember how we would laugh?
before the ink kissed our epitaph
Remember feeling consumed?
like we fucked the open wound
Like this wound was birthed
the chaotic circus is unearthed
sifting through mother’s shell
it feels like a cold day in hell