Mortuus

Painful uneasiness wells up in the arena of my soul.
As I tunnel deep into the depths of my unconsciousness like a mole.
Abrasive soil at my flesh ripping.
Cajoling me to resurface while my confidence it's stripping.
Outside Conformities seduces me to fall in line.
Chafing bonds around me intertwine.
The wounds of a brutalized soul become diseased.
Requires my captors to be appeased.
Disappointed by the cadaverous state that has befallen me.
Has awakened a fierce desire to discover who I'm to be.
Like the Phoenix arises from its burned remains.
I begin to awaken from my cremains.
Fearfulness of the unknown is needed.
For death or change, I have pleaded.