i am what i am made to be

I could no longer count the many moons that rose over that cervical cavern, for I had been swallowed whole, spirit and soul, by its maze. As if I had wandered into the gestating backgardens of some eclectic Unknown, whose ligaments of putrefied flesh now pulsated around me... how could it be, thought I, that the faintest glimmers of glow illuminated the Corpse, when we were so far cut off from the entrance, where the most far-reaching rays of moonlight held no domain? Even now, to look upon the mutated bone and the thick chains that held its contorted pose with sheer will, I felt ill, but I felt no fear. Yet how macabre it all was! How maddening was this fate thrust upon me! The stalactites that hung from the low ceiling of which its neck curled under were an odd decoration, appearing to resemble the jagged teeth of a predator's mouth. Perhaps I was fool to think that such an unfathomable half-creature could fall prey to another, but I was moved to belief: It was not I in there alone, awaiting dissolution. Nor was I alone in falling victim to a consumption—surely this was a fate shared by us both.