Phtisique

Rise in Fall.
Columns of decline draws wear.
Tyrannic echoes of tears.
Whom shadows dance on walls.

Of this ominous frame, cursed hall
Nowhere I've found
On the earth of my suffering.
Nor in the sky of my longing.
sources of the bite that consume me.

That draw me to this
Senseless chamber
I witness of chaos source.
A sea of emancipation.
Licking subteranean's dephts
Of my inner fascination.
See it rising, see me fall !