Spiders web. Cold stone wall. Thoughts of gray smoke and odor of tar.
Torn and staind. The pit of lechery. Swarming with insects. Covered with moss.
Dead leaves. Rotting. Under anguished sky.
The old howling at the top of the stairs.
Screams from no direction. Echoing all around.
Plagued souls that never existed, become ever present in this pit of lechery.
From the gutter the slime crawls to earth.
Poisoning the soil of life itself.
Condeming the earth to an ange of ruin and decay.
Nothing will ever be anything again. Swallowed by the pit of lechery.