Shed This Erroneous Skin

A colossal shame

Forced into the womb of spirit

Which birthed a bleak mirage of self

And induced trepidation

Of exile and deathless consequence

A sentence from a pious throne of gold

I am not who I am

Merely a vessel entrapped in brooding fog

I know not what I am

Deletion of id, both loathing and longing for what I could become

To muster the strength

To resist obsidian euphoria

I must dissipate this bleak mirage of self

I realize that I am

Longing to be swept into the warm embrace of validation

Shed this erroneous skin

For it is grey and rotten

Shed this erroneous skin

I am not my home

A molted shell upon the ground

Turns to ash in the flame of glory

In search of the triumph

Beyond obsidian euphoria

Self-discovery unbound

A newfound solace emerges within

Shed this erroneous skin

For it is grey and rotten

Shed this erroneous skin

I am now my home

Imbued with the will to move on

And build the strength to live my truth

Gone are the days I'd hide

Enter the light of I

Imbued with the will to move on

And build the strength to live my truth

Gone are the days I'd hide

Enter the light of I