Architecture of the I

Architecture of the I
 The words that made me
 The elements that carved this carbon shape must leave
 I feel so weak
 I'm paralyzed. I can't move, I can't be no more
 My fears are crawling from within
 Architect! Remove the imperfections
 Architect! Let the pure structure remain
 Anger is rooting and feeding from the inside
 This parasite must burn
 I am fading, facing myself, all these cold flames
 Senses are numb
 Am I fear? Am I peace?
 Tear the skin, I can't find me there
 The essence is there
 I must embrace every word that made me
 Bury this shell, leave thy false self and let it burn
 The flames are devouring the outside
 Rising from within
 Ember pulses life
 Fear, Hate, Rage
 Mind, Love, Peace
 Am I the creator?
 Architecture of the I