December 1998 - Cold and undone (Metamorphosis)

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Cold and undone (Metamorphosis)

White. Hard. White feeling.
Don’t wanna feel this way.
Black. Tar. Black hatred.
Wanna make it pay.
Soul fear. So near.
The convulsions of a body locked in a disease of shake.

Persecution is no solution.
Locked in an embryo of hate.

Just want to feel alive.
Where am I?
Hell is the person I have become.
Feel the need to gain sanity.
To tame the feelings with a name.
Why is this beast changing me?
So cold and undone.

Questioning each, every damage done.
Feeling fear for fear’s sake.

Insane. Blue flame.
Reshape the mould by compulsion.
Wrong name. Wrong person.
Labelled. Fucking sold.
New chance for a life change.
I still can’t tame the lion that roars.

Life’s good. Life’s hard.
Just want my crown and throne.

Where are all the angels that once stood near me?
Where are all the devils I once knew?
What is gained is not what is understood.
Cold. Undone.
Forced, a change that becomes so beyond recognition.
There is yet a new hatred for what I have become.
Metamorphosis, its name.
Still dirty with hope.
The deed is...gone.