About Neschi Torres
About Neschi Torres

The Trebled Eye

Neschi Torres

Up, up, up the blood rushes,

mercurial temper,

it hurts when you grow.


They downsized my spirit.

They baptized my soul.


Now soft is the tone of my voice.

Water has trebled my eye,

Black!


Ashed by a taste of this world.

Chop of your condemnment,

Be easy on me.


Selfishness means to be

yourself. Wild and free.