Receding deep into yourself, being enfolded in layers;
blanking out the chaos of complicated relationships
Tightly wrapped within a cocoon of your icy cold self;
the harsh and cruel reality, the one and final eclipse
That is your nirvana, that is your long torturous bliss;
that’s what’s written by fate, in all its useless scripts
Your cocoon will hang forever, the dangling shell;
on a grey cracked wall in the hall of eternal sadness
There it will hang and you will squirm deep within;
away from the merry crowds, the naked madness
That will be your heaven and that will be your hell;
both equally dark and quiet, the ever ruling blackness
When a bored God visits and knocks at the cocoon;
asking if all is honky dory within the silent confines
You will scream from within, a long tormented wail;
‘I did what you asked me to do, I followed all lines
I crushed my own ego, I buried it deep and alive;
damning myself to patience, despite all the odd signs’