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.