I shed my skin akin to a snake

and a new person began to wake

refined reason and refined hate

as old life began to dissipate.

I brought mayhem I brought pain

but now I see it’s not in vain

and I see the new face

a decent body, good looking frame

brought by youth’s ignorance and a gambler’s

zero to one game

and the winner stands tall

right in front of fate

for breathing man and a corpse can’t relate.

But I can for I am one and the same

in the eyes of the entrapping sand

called time.

Skin will grow

as time will flow

scales turn to bulky sacks

and bulky sacks turn to dust

when protection from life’s viciousness

isn’t needed anymore.

Ashes to ashes

I shall bite my dust

with the grace of one who has lived through it all

and never stopped dying

I made up my mind

but thank you for trying.