My soul is a wicked vulture

Who whishes to steal the celestial treasure

To revel in bliss and rapture



I will devour the blood-red skies

And reach the point where the sun never dies

Even if it may scorch both of my eager eyes



The torrid star of Knowledge

Burns my gilded wings to ashes

I fall in the maze of my mind



My corpse is lying in the crass

And there are many rows of rapacious crows

Craving for carrions of my carcass

but as a newborn phenix

I'll rise again from the styx

of my ignorance



As eternity unfurls before me

I make my way through space

When I reach my spiritual palace

I cannot, I can't see...

My lightened gem I have not found

And I'm ungently hitting the dirty ground

Hence my peers gathering around



In the air you will see my silhouette

Falling in a deadened sunset

As bitter as tears of Juliet

In the bleeding heart of a Poet