God is lost in your eyes’ labyrinth, where the sharp wind chisels the clouds. Your eyes cause fire in whom watch them. Your eyes, little girl, that grind with the deaf noise of the light. Your eyes, provokes to drink them with a spoon.
Your eyes, are like glands, which keep the abandonment’ bile. When you blink, the world compresses. When I was at your eyes’ top, I could see the space. But the only thing I can do, out of them, is to climb the abyss. Your eyes hide the world’ corruption. I am the one, who, out of them, have to hide myself not to give in.
Your eyes light like comets. Out of them, I live under the semi darkness of a hard gravestone. God is asleep and lost in the labyrinth of your endless eyes, and I have lost the faith in myself.
The noise of broken eyelashes in the world’ sunsets. A corrupt God, hides in labyrintic eyes, and there are breasts which secret the lost’ faith. Oh! The huge meat grinder.
Asleep in your eyes’ gravestone. Corrupt eyes, which cause sandstorm and hide a safe God. Noise labyrinth, asleep canals, your eyes birth the space. Endless, Godgirl, here is the abandonment.
The huge tower is going to give in when the deaf gland of the breast starts to burn. Asleep, with the breast to the light. Oh! You, the huge world’ gravestone.
You are a comets’ storm in a room. You, secret climber, by a deaf spoon gland. Semi darkness of an empty God.
I want that the world wake up their eyelashes and compress you. Oh! The great world. The huge tower is going to give in when the deaf gland of the breast starts to burn. The huge tower is going to give in when the deaf gland of the breast starts to burn. Oh! The huge meat grinder. Your eyes birth the space. Here is the abandonment.
