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