The sift

I used to be here.
Now... I can't even take a peek.
Don't look in my closet,
'Cuz it'll make you sick.

I hate what's inside,   
It resembles my soul,
It's full of flesh,
And protected by ghouls.

Oh... there's a breach on the door
Be careful not to stumble
And if you do so just remember
You ought to be humble

Funny how things are
I'm just as close as I am far.
I no longer know what I was
Nor what I've become...

I used to be just like you...
But now I'm one of them.
Maybe nothing really changed
And that is why I still feel estranged.

Whichever one it is,
Brace yourselves
And say your farewells
'Cuz if it lives
It will be sieved...

Soul and mind
They're different and abide.
Only the purest
Can live to the fullest,
Surpassing the sift
That we don't forgive

So Just look in your closet,
And see if you're worthy.
But please remember...
That it is not our fault,
And that there's no way for us to halt.

I'm back,
And I'll take a peek.
Look at your yard,
When you hear a squeak.
For the sift
Shall begin...