Piece by Piece the Masterpiece is born

Piece of me scattered here nor there. Pieces here, but pieces there. I cannot stand to see the image, the visions of the thought suspended among the pictures of the past, or the present. The shiny reflective surface represents more than just the truth, it can lie like all the others. I hate going back upon the word that is spoken but things change as well as people and places. One thing at a time changes, little by little. But rest assured that it will call change eventually for the better, you may not see it now and that will probably hurt, you just don't understand that deep inside your bones you know I am not worthy of you yet, but I will be. Piece by piece I change, from man to god. I am not a man though. I began as one, but now I am becoming more than a man, as you will witness. I will be worthy of you one way or another. He has proclaimed it. Proclaimed that I am the pilgrim which will show those who do not believe in his strength, what he can do if given nothing at all to work with. He has told me that together we will both benefit from this becoming, for I will receive my o so desired awe, and he will reap the whirl wind. I will no longer be weak, a thing of weakness.
I finally saw it the other day when you sent me a message that you were not playing. You burnt away a part of me, I am only guessing it was so that I would see the imperfection and want to change that even more. It was so, it opened the door, to see your wonders slide in through the crowd of people who give me neither time nor day unless they are as drunk as I am. O the looks of those who think I am sh*t, how surprised they will be when he is finished working me into his image, a masterpiece! Just the very thought brings chills to me on how I wish to simply become! I am coming my love! And it will be glorious. You will see me in the true light that I so readily deserve. It is coming and no one can stop it. The canvas is ready and waiting to become the perfect picture of what she wants, of what deep down she needs! With every glass i drink i feel my soul being poisoned with it's unholy green aura, but with every drink, with every breath i am becoming. Others may not see it, whether they wish to or whether they not the mental stability to figure out that the time is now! I am going to make those who mocked me regret it, they will look upon the masterpiece with wonder and awe if it kills me! Well maybe not kill me, a masterpiece does nothing six feet under. So look filth, look at what i write and be warned that your day is coming, coming that your gifts will no longer be squandered, they will be ripped violently from grasp, and placeed softly all together in mine, it may cost my sanity, soul, and sight but i WILL BE REBORN!
Can you see it? Piece by piece i fall away and come back in the very image of greatness. The time is coming, coming fast that i will be practically worshipp like the filth in this town. I will be something, for you! I can't stand being without you, but no worries, be at peace with the knowlodge that you may not see it now, but i am becoming more and more, piece by piece...like you...