You are weary.
You are weakened.
You are wishing there were some way
to wander off from this situation
but you cannot see it
as far as your glimmering vision can go.

Wherever you are in this place
you cannot escape the smell.
The smell of death pervades everything.

You have tried walking away.
You have tried candles.
You have tried garlic.
This home is left with the stench of decay
and it will simply not go away.

You wish there was more you could do.
Your mind is half gone
living with this deathishness.
It is demoralizing.
You are reaching the point
where you are considering actually cleaning
but you are not there yet.

There are days left
before that Rubicon need be crossed.
You can live in this Hell
without searching
for the cause of this stench
just a little longer.