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