“Languire un bambino!”
Ravages the frontal lobe
In the turmoil soaked nights
Where I writhe
In rapture and agony

I concede to the whim
Of this foreign mantra
In my thoughtless dive
Into madness far ago

“Languire un bambino!”
Pressures my delirium
The refrain I live
Through and through
Compromised
Depleted

The unconscious fall
Never draws to a halt
A triumphant close
Nor pitiful whimper

It drags and drags
In the loop of past pleasures
Of forgotten choruses
I slowly begin to deplore

“Languire un bambino!”
Is the maddening thunder
The flash of tribulation
That sends my lungs into peril

To grow old and weary
Is a charitable gift
To jet past these years
And the careless binds of youth

“Languire un bambino!”
Catapults me from slumber
Where i must dare to stray
From the old confines
That have loved faithfully
As my tried and true comfort

“Sorgere!”