Chasm Secret Wings Of Temptation
When is time to forget, when all is lost to repent and
remember, when my life was so infinite...And the glowing
spirit turned to a velvet rust, in clear beauty I have
dream, in the dawn of the lonely suffering...
Secret Wings of Temptation.
Only menacing and funereal symbols and the keys to loved
chimera, embrace this lonely walker and his evolution of
cosmic solitude.
Four extasis of hope drowned in millions of blind eyes,
and still falls the rain, and still grows the pain... my
secret wings of temptation, this is the perception of
agony, an embittered and perpetual sarcasm, against the
fragility and briefness of life for the dusk of the new
day....
