I spit in my hands
into a void regret
arms of sorrow torns
in pleasure disconform.
Trought your eyes
sweetness decantation
the secrets that i know
the time it's take corrodes.
I'll describe my pain
you don't stay in my thougts
fascination
among these tears
find my blind eyes.
Praise of a blind child
praise of a dying flame
i will feel forever
your sweet taste.