We went with hearts too full to know Reveled in destruction and rage The home is still faintly burning, inside, a couple of kids The crying dust; the womb of lust Pinks and oranges fall on the rooftops The dark and the dampness, covering the walls in paper thoughts Of gatherings long since passed We broke into a billion pieces and finally fell The cocoon is hard and protective It's trimmed in the hair I have ripped Collected from each creature The wing veins in the heart burst through Looking at you, I gasp but my lungs fill with hopelessness Dry, sucked-back pupils Immerse myself in the cracking shell Thinking of times when the kitchen chair, would be my bed The cocoon, I hear your voice, your eyes dart Toxic secretions coming out of you Like a colorful hostage behind glass I strip and enter the last stage Countermeasures to race these toxins I'm not dreaming