I was a shivering withering inconstant thing my life in forbearance desire and decay a devouring Dream that I got what I wanted I was a bubbling well of insecurity still I wanted the gods to fear me and yes I would let it wound me in the throttling darkness I decay I devour I dissipate by the hour in gods graces yes I tasted it in gods graces yes I waited for it and the moment it arrived like a resurrection in the morning light