Cut open my flesh and set me free.
Rip out my rose colored eyes.
Blind me with the truth I know.
I’ve become what I despise.
I’m everything I hate.
My own reflection is a lie.
Let me escape this bitter cell.
I’m not alive.
I’ve every reason now to die.
I locked myself away from the world.
But it gave me nothing of peace.
I’m not meant to fade away.
I’m not meant to be known.
Give me my release.
The chrysalis is nothing now.
It’s a memory of a time far gone.
A shattered mirror. A broken world.
The mangled wings are mine and,
they are wrong.