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
