Won't Kill My Darlings by Jenny Edlund

The decay begins already at birth. Follow you as a shadow all the way. It’s impossible to defend oneself, even though all measures are taken. Decay. Let it be. Belief and attempts to master it, lead to paranoid thoughts and manic behavior. Embrace the decay. The perfect is not for real, does not exist at any level, a transcendent illusion. Decay as part of a pulsating process, without an ending point. The time span can vary, from seconds to eons.