Decadence calls frighteningly, to its hold I bow willingly
I can feel it overtaking, as I submit fearlessly
Relishing in my treachery, there will be no recovery
Sinking in my debauchery, my soul broken completely
Though I try, I cannot escape, my fate here sealed obliquely
Slowly fading sanity
I cannot forget what has happened to me
I cannot forget why I am here
Emptiness takes hold
I will fight
I will survive
Your voice torments me day and night, lost within my desperate plight
Fighting simply to stay alive, no redemption for my soul
Forgiveness is not an option, victim of my sick corruption
Vengeance, justice in proportion.
Mandy is the founder of Rhetoric Askew. She spends her days taking care of her 3 children and as a Creative Development Coach, she ignites a creative fire in authors and artists alike.