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