<–iNDEX PatriciaFiorent.SE



in Decay, II

in the darkest of my recesses,
there is a thought lurching,
I sense it grow,

every ticking minute,

it is stronger,
than my mind,                              

and stronger than my reason,


more fierce than anything I have felt,

more intense than anything I have known,


 there is no way out of it,

 I feel it now, it was destined to be,

and it is my fate to endure it.