Brewing

Decency drenched and decaying,
Chaos climbing the walls all around,
Bleakness comes over her gently,
Weighing her down and stifling sound.

A darkness is eerily moving,
Or perhaps staying unnaturally still.
Forever a question is brewing,
The answer: her fear or her will.

Numbness as painful as daggers
Has hold of her abstinent heart.
Curled up in the deafening darkness,
Just waiting to fall all apart.

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