Deceased

Disfigured alone the other side of me I've seen myself from inside
Turned around I face identity it's the only shadow in my past
On this new day I approach it from the outside inside wants nothing more
From me
Transplant ready
Keeping what it wants from me
The change is coming
What will be kept when all is done?
Is the image even broken staring back at me or is the aura just showing
What's inside?
No one can ever tell you which image is correct the only one that's sure
Is no one
Reflections of a person an existence of the flesh but flesh is worthless
Without mind
Transplant ready
Keeping what it wants from me
Change is coming
What will be kept when all is done?
The fears I fear yet never have I made the change
For years and years yet every day it ends the same
Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise
Mature, naive, and every day it ends the same
Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise
Mature, naive, this really has to end