Mother Cocoon - Pale Forest

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