Change. [Poem of Mine]

Something metamorphic is happening.
Change is, change is.
It’s tearing me apart as my heart beats, everything quickening.
My heart, it rages.

A tattered, bruised tart. My heart.
I’m cringing, splintering, and slipping
As my metamorphosis decides to start.
There’s something within me that is ripping.

My sanity is but a shred
Of what it used to be.
Now it’s all wearing thin and I’m afraid of what’s in my head.
Splinters and fragments, it’s changing me.

My eyes are burning as I go blind,
Hexed to bear the memories.
I’ve seen it all and now I’m loosing my mind
To all my past furies.

All the words fill my head, circling and shouting.
It’s deafening, the roar of every word
As my thought process begins rerouting.
My ears want to bleed as I hear the prettiest lie I ever heard

It’s all okay now. No, it never was and there’s a chance it will never be
But after this sudden change, nothing is the same.
Not what you think, smell, hear, feel, or see.
This is change and now you’re ready for phase two of the game.