Deterioration

These walls and this darkness that oppresses my soul

Instils in me fear I cannot hope to control.

From my family house, from this ornate prison,

A madness of spirit in me has arisen.

This haunted palace and its residents intwined

Through this curse that lingers on my family line.

Confined within this house, I can feel my heart seize

Filled with this wretched anxiety and unease.

Because of the sentience of all vegetable things,

My worries I cast through the sound of guitar strings.

I shall die in this prison of body and mind;

And as my senses sharpen I can feel my sense go blind.

I can feel the house around me, I can feel it pressing in

As I while away here my dying days within.

My sister and I wait alone here for our deaths to arrive;

In this oppressive house we feel entombed alive.

As my ailment strengthens and I lose all strength I had,

I begin to lose myself as I gradually begin to go mad.

This house produces in me a peculiar, fearful sensation

And morbid matters have become my singular fixation.

As I deteriorate, I cannot find a moment of rest;

Always I can feel the strain of panic in my chest.

An overwhelming hopelessness deep within my soul lies

And little time is left now before my beloved sister dies.