The prostitute, the old, this boy
The sums of the voids among many
And when they had covered themselves with such robes
Rather than you thought folly
Experiencing so a diamond
Delirium between flares, more charms,
And the more mistakes leftovers
Louder this hell I hear a hymn.
The depths of dreams, there is nothing
Otherwise this sad scenario of
It has no shade but diverse
And I see between desires, naked muses
And the more wishes, the more you abuse,
Orgasmic moment, and immersed in it.