I remember as a child, warm and new to the world,
before my passion snapped, and my hope was curled.
I remember as a boy, with a smile full of glee,
I remember myself, before I became me.
And now I look around; I look around and see,
every belief and dream, hung from a tree.
The noose tightens around its neck; gasping to breathe,
I watch as it dies, and I finally begin to see.
See the open world for what it truly is, a beast of gluttony-
one of despair and utter agony.
I feel the need to climb the rope upon the tree,
and cut the throat of the noose; releasing the real me.

I take the clay statue of my false self, and I throw it to the ground.
I stomp and smash and break until destruction is my only sound.
I rip, I gnash, I cut, I lash;
I turn the clay straight to ash.
I take the ash and commend the last resonance of my past;
releasing every single grain for the wind to have.

The time ticking slowly is noticeable in my hands,
as I notice them growing gray as the hourglass spills its sand.
Time flows by me in an instant to my grave.
I lay inside my wooden coffin and it begins to cave;
the walls fall inside and smother my life-
I lose every confidence and also my strife.
The agony released from my lungs cannot be in words;
The pain of watching the Shepherd leading the herd-
with me in the background, left behind to weep,
I will never be a part of the salvaged sheep.

The pain falls behind, and I see the light.
It shines down with immeasurable might-
filling my soul with utter glee;
I see the final remnants of the true me.
I stare into my eyes and beg-
"Tell me the truth of the final bed"
The other me starts to tear-
Sobbing loudly, I join my mirror.
Our tears run rivers to waterfalls; carving liquid into fossils;
memories of my shame; hoping to never be the same.

I rise from my grave and dance under the moon,
I dance with joy until night turns to noon.
My every nerve tingles as I have been born anew,
loving the sensation of myself renewed.
I taint my new soul within a moment;
the loss of purity being my atonement.
The world turns to a vicious clock;
the horrible loop will never stop.

But my fight will never quit and I cannot be haltered;
even as I give to every sin, my path will not falter.
I seek to be righteous and escape this human cycle,
I will not buckle in and become recycled.
I will fight against the pressure of time; following only my sense of mind.
My passion burning and leading the way;
I hope you will join me with hopes to stay.