Skin Deep

O metamorphosis! Thy harrowing grace,

Unfurls a tale of flesh, set to efface.

In chambers dim where sanity's thread is thin,

An evolution dire does therein begin.

What once was man, with skin so smooth and fair,

Doth break and crack, a sight to deeply scare.

O disintegrate! For thou art the word,

That ushers in the change, horrific, blurred.

The sinews twist, the bones contort and bend,

A living sculpture that no God did intend.

In eyes once filled with human light and plea,

There lurks a darkness, abyss staring free.

Each layer peels, a fabric torn asunder,

While roaring screams give voice to living thunder.

The form is lost, identity erased,

An avatar of dread stands in its place.

O metamorphosis! Thy work complete,

The human shell gives way, in full defeat.

Now something else walks, an enigma great,

A monument to wills that disintegrate.