Analysis of "cocoon"

So, I'm floating around in your universe,
suffocating in rubber tin disease.
You pick me up to unlatch spin in verse,
while asteroids bounce off the tin crease.

I live in your eye. I am a fly,
captured in darkness will you let me out?
It seems all I do is to make you cry,
spinning around in your stye while you pout.

I promise I'll come around your beauty,
missing the thrill of all that I consumed.
The nurtured love flown from sincerity,
all the feelings emotional construed.

To die, dissipate into all that,
which is nothing left without, "my Lady."
Unless, maybe I'm a butterfly, "catch,"
caught in your net while I was shading.