I’ve flown inside
and inner manners
spoke to the Chaos strength.
I’ve left away the love
and shadows broke my self.
One miserable tongue delay
our shinny time. Do we forget
once the tear we cry? We own
sinner solitude… and we sleep
above critical desires. On the shame
that build us every day, there’s a second
breathing against the flow under our eyes.
We shall be given to the eternal river
this voice should be shoot by this
image of being the poorest on the rest of the world.