Molt (This Feels Like Death)

Unearthing through decay
The clearing away that burns
Grind into dust; this feels like death
Invasive
Extracting
Emergence
And now my hands are breaking
Digging even deeper still
Seeking foundation
To start again
A reductive process
Grasping the roots
Digging out the excess
Making room for new growth
Rid myself of the self
Reforming I
Time needs change
Change takes time
Change or die
Rid myself of the self
Reforming I
Time needs change
Change takes time
Change or die