Crimson

Born without a shell,
I was free then,
Unlike today...
Prisoner to my own will.

I am  a cocoon,
But never will the butterfly bloom.
Stone to you all I am,
But from inside its a tomb.
Where darkness is the only aura
And silence the only music that plays.

You hate me for what I've become,
Don’t you remember who put it on me?
And now a blade to undo it,
It’s not just the shell you hurt.


Slowly I bleed,
There is no redemption
And as you rejoice
The ground I lay turns crimson.