Fear and despair are blood brothers,

incestuous, they feed off one-another

wrapped in a tight embrace, 

writhing intimately within the the guts of reason,

their loving spasms cause lesions

fluids that should never mix allow a slow death

as new parasitic horrors are spawned

delighting like maggots in the entrails of the stricken soul

There are times when the only thing to do is to sink lower

embrace the ooze thats seeping through the seams

let it numb the senses and pollute the passions

drink it up and let it take over

admit defeat of the will, submit to the weakness of my mind

that tin knight, that charlatan who claims to be my guardian

with his fake shine and clarity, claiming to have dominion over my fate

I have seen his armor fail, buckle, fall and crash

Perhaps if I submerge my self deep enough

dive down through the strata of primordial ooze

sink into the darkness of cliche and self abnegation

abandon this token resistance

there will be another world beneath it all

a place I can grow larger than I am

find the fire dampened by these stowaways

and cauterize the decay