Grubs and Leeches

Torpid in chrysalis I wait,
wondering if those grubs will ever attain
and suffer of this morbid phase.
Will they ever weep as time
leaves them behind
or linger between alertness and sleep
as the sun remains unseen?
If always they will live in gluttony
and ignorant bliss, then true beauty
in themselves, they will never behold.
As leeches they'll live in a murky world
of impurities dissolved in mud
with no pleasure but in stealing blood.