Decrepitude

I am the inevitable

demise of your precious
sanity, gnawing at the back
of your neck. In the plane of
all realities, diverging, quietly
enough, but just as sinister,
my presence defies all

gravity. Floating freely
into the void of space

with which your mind occupies,
my existence writhing in divinity
present in the form of fear.

You will always ask the dreaded