Sometimes it comforts you to kill,
Like slowly boiling water.
The claim is such, that final bill
Eclipses every quota.
It kicked in slowly from within,
Yet nothing could be noticed.
No signs of it were to be seen,
Misleading was the surface.
It didn’t matter how hard,
Went on and kept on trying.
It had a quiet, silent start,
But silence was misguiding.
A single unexpected spark,
A thrust enough to fuse it.
And was all lit that had been dark,
The stillness was confusing.
And blessed art thou, had always been,
To read the indication.
Ability to catch the hint
Delivers the salvation.
Sometimes, what hurts most is realizing the signs were there all along.