Standing up into an upside down room,
With majestic chandeliers lit by black flames.
A prison of broken mirrors.
I can hardly recognize the images in display.
A rain of glasses are falling from the ceiling, harshly kissing this fleshy dress of mine.
I am slowly crawling into the ground flooded by a lake of blood.
My eyes are wide, staring into the oblivion.
Nothing is real.
Cursed be thy race that once dared to exist.