Pardon my mask
I will put you on a pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.
Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know, you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.
Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.
To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self-gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.
