Decadence
There are so many ways to drown a man. But I'm not sure that I've found the most efficient way, yet.
How to evaporate the very existence of being? How to devour ones sole purpose of existing? Questions linger and I am yet to find the many answers I seek.
Oh, but I will drown you. When that day comes, you'll be gone and you will find me in your place; biding my time on your throne. I'm in no hurry, are you? Why rush when one can simply prey on your insecurity, until there is not much but a shell left of the man you once were? Oh, I'll drown you; be so sure.
I'm not a violent creature, I merely exist. It is all I do: exist. The fact that you're not even close of being afraid of me proves the thesis of myself. You created me, once. You wouldn't remember, of course. How could you with such burdens resting heavy on your decrepit shoulders? I don't even recon your fragile mind's noticed me anyway. In many ways you could say I've never been a bother, or anything for that matter, for you. But I will drown you.
You've earned it. For too long have I waited for a change, for the man to step forward and the coward to obliterate himself. This has never happened, instead I see the coward's growing stronger and the man's corrupting in front of my very eyes; actually your eyes, it's only me looking through them at times. You don't even notice anyway.
I'll watch, and I'll wait until the moment comes. I'll lay awake at night when you're sleeping and I'll calculate your demise whenever you're busy organizing your life. Hell, I'll even encourage you without your knowing; the harder you'll rise, the harder you'll fall. And when you finally sit on your bloodstained throne in tears, I'll cripple you with doubt, I'll strike you with fear, I'll tear out your heart and replace it with darkness. Then you'll find yourself struggling for air, realizing how hard it's getting to breathe. But then It'll be too late, you'll drown in your own angst; heck, you might as well be dead already.
There are many ways to drown a man, to drown you. But I might as well try the best I can figure, as long as it works. As long as you wither on the inside, as long as I become the one in control. Then and only then will everything be alright.
