Benighted Leams - There Descends a Nauseating Dampness

Always the antagonist, The slowly-suffocating assassin, Crawling up the walls, clawing at the veins of the uncanny, Seeping into the fabric of the house-cell, Bearing down, drowning in interrupted silence, Shallow breathing & the loss of rhythm, It draws close... Frenzied, choking from above, within the timbers, The unseen... the sound of decay, Seeping, all enveloping, A blackened tapestry dragging limbs to the depths, Contorpulating, with just a dull beating, Enslaved to an architectural despair, Pulsing with unease, there descends a nauseating dampness, The horror of structure, Past contained in its being, A decomposing history of losses & blame, The monument of confinement, To step over the threshold is to sever the shackles.