Shedding Skin

Ruminating in the rot of a worn-out loop,

Sinking lower in the grey-black soup.

Fatigue is a tyrant with a velvet tongue,

Singing hymns to the damage that was done.

Circuits fried in the heat of despair,

Heavy poison hanging in the air.

Push the needle through the deadened terrain,

Map the wreckage of a burnt-out brain.

Break the rhythm!

Break the beat!

Drag the shadow to its own defeat!

Over process. Over think.

Stand right on the bleeding brink.

Divide the panic by the root of three,

Carve the geometry to set me free!

The storm recedes, the faith aligns,

Unfolding order in divine designs.

Out of the gray, the vivid colors start,

Pumping fresh currents through an open heart!

I am the architect of what remains,

Washing the ash out of these heavy veins!

Dendrite, axon, synaptical flight,

Burning through the sludge in the dead of night.

No more feeding on the decay,

Sweeping all the dead debris away!

The loop is broken, the cycle ends,

Watch how the rusted iron bends.

Rebuilding the spire, reaching for the height,

Submitting every shadow to the holy light!

Over process. Over think.

Stand right on the bleeding brink.

Divide the panic by the root of three—

NOW BREAK THE PATTERN AND SET ME FREE!

The storm recedes, the proof aligns,

Unfolding order in divine designs.

Out of the gray, the vivid colors start,

Pumping fresh currents through an open heart!

I am the architect of what remains,

Washing the ash out of these heavy veins!

Spiral out.

Shed the skin.

Let the inner light begin.

Shed the skin!

Burn the rust!

Turn the ancient trauma into dust!

One... two... three... four...

I am not the victim anymore!

The storm recedes, the truth aligns!

Unfolding order in divine designs!

Out of the gray, the vivid colors start,

Pumping fresh currents through an open heart!

Restored.

Aligned.

Renewed.

Awake.