March 4, 2014
Roaring as though flames serve as legs and feet
Unlikely to keep from consuming my very being
How could it get this bad?
An unseen passenger that's advancing towards being crowned the victor of this match
Silently dormant,
waiting to make it's final laps
Slowly forming the metamorphosis of it's career into my haven
The only thing I can truly, wholeheartedly trust
Causes me to doubt the insignificant details that I once rebutted with confidence
Finally causing me to ask my nightmares' undertaking:
What have I become?

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