The Acosmist

When the walls of my heart cry

When the soul in my body die

I remember the magoa i felt

In the streets of your town I dwelt

When the rain falls on the fine leaves

When the breeze sails through the narrow heaves,

I remember the nights i wept

On the spines of pain i slept

When the moon vanish in a dark night

When the moth craves for a bright light

I remember the promises i kept

With a fleeting smile you neglect

How much blind can a person act

Between its eyes everyone left

Have i became an Acosmist

Filling my chest with permanent heft