Transubstantiate

I’m trying to transubstantiate,
From the cold reality to the fate.
Change the name and face,
And be someone of a better place.

I’m trying to transubstantiate,
From the happening to the wait,
To the long hours of never knowing,
A darkness of inspiration flowing.

I just want to be another kind,
Stop this madness to which I was signed.
I want to change from the blood to water,
I want to be the son and not the daughter.

I cut off my angel wings of light,
And joined mankind in its final fight.
I joined the church of Zeitgeist infamy,
Always knowing someone has it in for me.

I slay myself time and again,
Cut me so deep, I am nothing but maimed.
If I can rip out the cruelty of me,
I stand a better chance of being free.

I don’t want to be the evil inside,
I want to be the sort that abides.
Sadly I am no soma adoration,
I am one who has suffered inhumation.

I was buried alive in layers of myself,
I gave up breathing for the sake of wealth.
I shall burn my flag of falsified metaphors,
And no longer be the words of used whores.
 
I shall transubstantiate the reputation,
Of the one who was victim of alienation.
Isolated days and even longer nights,
To survive is taking all of my might.

So, I’ll be reborn into some loving eye,
And question not with where and why.
I’ll change again when the time is right,
And with my wings, I’ll take to flight.