Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding my stare

Yes, they are goading me... as if shame will survive me

An old woman's knees kissing the tiles spirits lie broken, salvation is ice

Little by little, darkness is spreading

I've lost all ny bearings, need some accomplice

My behaviour is cursed, I drown in this dirt days once composed on the alert

drowning in guilt, drowning in dirt... and still insight is far away

In the cathedral, peeling my fear, in the cathedral, dirt even here

athirst for comprehension, my soul can't stop it's depredation

...as if shame will survive me