Decay drips from my mouth as we speak
Decay flows from the bricks of my old house
- I want to taste your indignatious decay
My plants want to feed themselves from your house
- But this is me... My whole self will become like this
My house... will remain as ruins which are to be swallowed
- Exactly, we'll be one forever
My green friends will love their new home
- Darling, I will say my last words
Never knew about your strange fetish
But I do find it arousing at this state
Find a place for us to stay forever
Somewhere nice, somewhere under the arctic ice

Forgotten now-No longer young
A name on the tip of tongues
Dust settles in empty spaces
Caterpillars morph, lost in stasis
Stuffy moth, Butterfly ***
What have i become
An indignatious sum...
The firm grip suddenly releases
All my delusions fall to pieces
Deeper then wine despair drowns in apathy
Tipping awareness stumbling free
Behind my eyes, I can finally see
Nothing was ever meant to be
It is just floating aloft
No reason to stop and get off....