Inexstasis - Deathless

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