How much more?

A question to fate

It was all I could do.. All I ever did. Kept quiet...letting my grief drive me and drown me inside this terrible mess, incapable of anything devoid of everything,that was me. I was trapped inside myself, caged within my body, chained to circumstance. The boiling rage kept my soul aflamed but this all enduring body won't let it out.... So it consumed me, corroded me from within. The wanton desires were the hydra-headed demons sitting on my lungs. They turned into vapours on their journey to my lips and they couldn't even be buried in my heart... So they clawed and poisoned every breath I took. Everything weighed down on one single question... How much more I could take without succumbing... Without giving up... Without surrendering... It was all asked of my fate.. Of my destiny... Of time itself....