Architecture of the I

Architecture of the I

The words that made me
The elements that carved this carbon shape must leave
I feel so weak
I'm paralyzed. I can't move, I can't be no more
My fears are crawling from within

Architect! Remove the imperfections
Architect! Let the pure structure remain
Anger is rooting and feeding from the inside
This parasite must burn

I am fading, facing myself, all these cold flames
Senses are numb
Am I fear? Am I peace?
Tear the skin, I can't find me there

The essence is there
I must embrace every word that made me
Bury this shell, leave thy false self and let it burn

The flames are devouring the outside
Rising from within
Ember pulses life

Fear, Hate, Rage
Mind, Love, Peace
Am I the creator?
Architecture of the I