Secret Wings Of Temptation

The Chasm


When is time to forget, when all is lost to repent and remember, when my life was so infinite...And the glowing spirit turned to a velvet rust, in clear beauty I have dream, in the dawn of the lonely suffering...
Secret Wings of Temptation.
Only menacing and funereal symbols and the keys to loved chimera, embrace this lonely walker and his evolution of cosmic solitude.
Four extasis of hope drowned in millions of blind eyes, and still falls the rain, and still grows the pain... my secret wings of temptation, this is the perception of agony, an embittered and perpetual sarcasm, against the fragility and briefness of life for the dusk of the new day....