Standing there before me marked with the vivacity of one souls inception,
serendipity found them together in what
lies apathy of progress,
and prematureness of decay from the inside,
but the image is not unfamiliar unto me.
She speaks with forked tongue,
taunting with whispers,
beckoning with words of no sound.

Longing for silence I wait in the shadows,
the temptress holds open the door.
My mind brews with abruptness my will to make haste.
..away from that of Death and the Magician that brings an immense vastitude of waste

Lo!,.... I am not stuck in this reflection,
actuality can lead me and give me the option..................................to simply............. walk...... away.

If I only had the cognizance to know which one were me,
But lo...tis with woeful sorrow that my apathy does feed..... on her trickery.