Crosses come
They sing the flavor
Cosmic
Cold of destiny
Hope in waiting
Existing without freedom
Miss my hands.
Nocturnal light
Abstracts each cell
I dress in
A suit of your tragedy.
I don't feel that I will find you
Or I will recognize you
Wife of a volcanic sadness .
Atomic skin of honey
Do not try to love without me.
Cover me in the guilt of your house.
Nocturnal light
Abstract each cell
I dress in
A costume of your tragedy.