Chrysalis of Color
Ah—my heart aches with temptation
With a dreadful lingering sensation
The world is all grey—must that dictate my soul?
I cannot help but laugh at my own tears, drenching the world in a darker hue
I'm lost again,
With a glass of woe in my hand— I'd tremble once more
As the glass crashes onto the floor
I want to paint the world in a lovely melodic tone!
What a dreadful place— let's color it in
Stuck in my chrysalis
Covered in a layer of plaster im forced to wear
How much longer must I exist in this corroding state.
Ah…This quelling sensation in my rotting shell—must I tear myself into fragmented glass shards in hopes this cage would decay?
In a demise that grows into a terrifying disguise—I mustn't cry, for tears of woe would not spare the tears that die
I must remain here…
My dear desolate shell—where death would laugh as his syth enters my abdomen and slices it clean. He would wipe it across a rainbow to give it red.
No—I can't!
I mustn't petrify myself inside this chrysalis—I want to emerge like a butterfly!
Color me in the world's pains as if they were mine. Cast aside the lies and let my colors gouge my insides and turn me inside out!
Perhaps then I'll look more alive
Red blue and yellow, tethered to the ground—explode before my eyes in euphoric delight!
My heart aches with temptation
With a dreadful lingering sensation
Oh please don't let this end—I cannot bear the death of this spiral
These crumpled wings of mine would soon soar these blasphemous skies—let this past of shade be covered in the velvet blue sky as my eyes seeth under the morning sunlight
Would you hold me tight—my insides explode into an inferno of our painted catastrophes. Hold it all for me just so we could let it go into the sky
Tear my very body apart—as if it were a disease I could not cure tossed away for its hideous sight
Why must we cry at night—trapped inside a body not meant for this painted wonderland to withstand
Have the body I had turn into a figment of the past as it shapes itself into someone I cannot recognize
Who am I? Says a faint echoing screech as the paint coming from the screen starts to bleed
Please let go—
I'll rebuild it all with all the power I have as the fragments left from this mind drenched with a black residue I cannot burn off
Have the memories of the past whipped as the leafs dew slowly drops
Transform into a bloody sight as its drenched in happiness cries
Stay with me as I feel like I were to be consumed by the dripping paints on my canvas —plaguing me with a dreadful craze
Send me back in the cage that reeks of grey
Let me implode into an inferno that stains me in the ink that sticks inside my throat
All melts within your eyes as you say your final goodbyes!
But of course, this wouldn't be right if I couldn't drown inside my own fulminating mess
A mess of colors drip on the floor refraining from the color brown
This oh so lovely love with the trenches of my mind being filled with the pages of a song with no name to abide by.
My cage bites me hard and engulf me in the colors that spew out of this hollow neck of mine
Let us dance—as this final act of tearing and tugging of my own brains finally allows the sun to rest its eyes at night.
Let me say goodbye with you—this past self of mine had stood its test of time
This final act will be left, but never forgotten
A metamorphosis befitting of me and you.
—Grape Juice
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You guys can criticize this poo poo poem! Bro I'm actually gonna lobotomize myself