The desire for inner purity

My physical form prevents me from being what once was

The being lets me suffer from what it observes

The person I have become, it doesn't let it go

Hands tied from being what I am

My thorax crossed and abandoned from breathing the air I need

My head full of memories, lost in my skull

The being which people beat on me, leaving me stuck on a shallow feeling

The form leaving my kind who hate me, letting myself go flee

My insides laid on the ground, stabbed, drowned, as I move away into the being of my psyche and leave behind everything I ever created