I’m one of many I’m hungry Some may say greedy Devouring, consuming Everything before me There is a heaviness to me I’m hanging This branch, my last link To the world. I’m transforming Metamorphosizing Almost Disappearing I’m locked in Futile to resist A casement of living death Time doesn’t exist. Waiting, waiting for what? I know not. A crack, I see light Unbound, less tight I see with new eyes Able to prioritise. I can fly, I’m free Now who is like me?