my friend it's fall again, inside me
ceaselessly, I tread the same deep hones
the shadows you have seen in manthles
are just illusions in wich you trow me.

venom waterfalls seldom are raining inside me,
my blood overwhelms in longing
treat me well and give me the right to sigh
again your flight to thrill me.

consuming grievances flood my soul,
near your chest to be again
baptized cathartic and not dirty
though I am dead is not too late