Witnessed, horrid glimpses, from my near lose in faith,

became poised, deep in agony, with anger, pain, and hate.

In reconciliation, for my mind and soul is lost,

profound, without a sound, to suffer at all cost.

Mischief, after mishap, signs of mental quickness,

visited by an entity, like a Jehovah’s witness.

A centrifugal force, doomed undeniably led,

it’s directions instituted, the path of the dead.

Unwilling, but ready, moving forward to quicken,

of, what lies ahead, the realm of the forbidden.