Be prepared:

I shall not make way for thee

But thou shalt make way for me!


I am not the one

Whom hath planted future's seeds

But reap upon the ground... of this moment

So I may peel away life's clarity

And slice thy previous intentions into tiny dreams


Demise:

An absolution of what once was;

Commanding relief

From thy commitment

Old sentiments shall have no other use

But to shine like glass on brittle pages


Yet, I shall repay your futile efforts

The transience of mourning over definite loss

Whilst confronting thy identity

Through deformation past recognition

Until thou findeth another self


Consistency is so easily cut

Unawares by my scythe

Which is known to have stripped shadows from mirror souls

As I cross thy existence

With the certainty of fate pinned to my heels

Pinned to my heels


So, be prepared

For I shall not make way for thee

But for a different aftertime that follows me!