The Becoming

Something inside. Opened up its eyes.
Eating away. Hoping that I die.
Change has begun. You will see what I’ll be.
Do you see what I’m becoming?
You fear me as I rise
I am absolute. Not in size.
You’re privy to the birth of me.
I am becoming. I am free.
Owe me your birth. Owe me your death.
Owe me your flaws. Owe me your fears.
I won’t stop I’ll take what’s mine.
I won’t stop I’ll make you mine
Owe. Me. Your. Awe. Owe. Me. Your. Awe.
I. Am. God.
I am not a man. I’m fucking more.
How do I become?
How does it begin?
I kill myself?
Allow myself to die?
Die! You — must — change — with — me
Die! I — am — complete
I’m about to change. You’ll see it. You’ll know. Owe me awe. I am God.
I’m about to change. You’ll see it. You’ll know.