Aseidad Praise Of A Blind Child
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.