i caress you surrounded by
moisture and the air stops burning the lighthouse increases the pressure this room is
night's warm echo
i'm walking descending through your streets the roof are laiden with your scent inlaid the
vortex
positioned through light the vice is perfect carrion hoardes through spectres' dense heat
the arrogance
met by midday white noise you rise to me now entreat that i watch only silence between
here and the place
where you stood