Disillusioned with shelter shaped mirages
Orphaned thoughts fled to dwell in the depths (of)
Molded wells of deserted villages (where)
Crippled moist pervades every breath

Abandoned by sobriety's orientation
Orphaned nightmare in quest of a soul(is)
Luring dwellers to taste bitter-sweet deterioration(and)
Experience the essence of being lost

I am rotten within
Thoughts like penicillin
Purifying translucent skin with an absence of light

Engorged with awareness, my balance collapses
Orphaned swamp spreads embracing (as I)  lose
control..(while)
Brushes of decadence portray consumes spaces(on the)
Surface of these floating prison walls

I am fevering within
Thoughts like penicillin
Purifying translucent skin in the company of whispering
nights