I have begun the process of metamorphosis.
The transformation of my soul,
As the dragonfly evolved from the dragon.
Skin shedding from the body, as I climb from the past,
Silver wings protrude from below the darkness that attempt to control their escape.
My mind seems to wander, into places of obscenity,
As my brain balances the obscure with the mundane madness of sanity.
Enlarged evil eyes as they interpret the glory of fear,
As the trodden path follows to balance my outward crawl,
I hear cracklings of fire belching from within.
The staunch taste of death rises,
As the unknown slithers near.
-Devin Olio
Between Ghosts and God 