Woorden: Aseidad. Praise Of A Blind Child.

I spit in my hands
Into a void regret
Arms of sorrow torn
In pleasure dis conform

Through your eyes
Sweetness recantation
The secrets that I know
The time it's take corrodes

I'll describe my pain
You don't stay in my thoughts
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