Fate Consumed

Why does Death seem like such an ally?

The one who was supposed to be my

Harbor of Rest, turned out to be

Fear, the artist that painted this

Demise.

Sorrow guided Fear’s brush,

And Death watched as I

Drowned in Agony’s Sea,

Flailing for freedom and still

Sinking ever deeper in Agony’s

Embrace.

As my final breath escapes me,

Fear and Sorrow put the finishing

Touches on their canvas: a depiction

Of my inundation, Agony overwhelming

My corse, while Death clasps my hand

To bring me to Purgatory.