Reflection of myself is what I've once found in you
When I look at me now I see something you'll never be
Sculptured by tears and winds of bygone times

With storms at my right and fire tongues at my left
I stand in front of you


Look in my eyes and see superiority ? unreachable for you
Hear my laugh knocking down rotten foundations of your hideout


Weak ? scared of your own voice
Blind ? sleeping drunk with tears
Pathetic ? begging for scars from orgy of life

Realize that you've never existed

If people search for acceptation in reflections of themselves

Then I'll become your greatest enemy

Father, what kind of creator are you

Giving birth to crawling crowd
Where everybody sucks salvation
Through the last resort ? trust

Which they've been presented with

So much blood was lost


Small ? jester at the mercy of bored lords
Croppled ? never experienced the ecstasty

Ascetic ? crucified by imagined sorrows

At the peak of the mountain

Surrounded by the compassionate people
You hammer nailes into the feet and palmes your love
But bloody wounds belong to you


$#&@ing self-created martyr