Clean up the webs of sleep,
off your face.
Scratch your warm bloodstains,
it is such a disgrace.

You lost in a knockout,
by your own self-pity!
Could not even struggle it,
forgot everything you've never learned!

But, does it realy matter?!
Have you ever cried in joy?
Let the thoughts thunder in your head,
I'll be that calm you need!

Mirrors,
they just can not reflect your inner-soul,
they only whisper the past.
Drowing fake pictures of what you seemed to be,
so when you'll be older,
memories would be your only measure,
like the scream of a lonely root,
in a dying willow.

Hold on,
my stained hand would lift your spirit,
up, so up, where it's belong!
SilentMen fought so hard,
on the battles againts the evil called:
"Nothing".
My tears would heal your wounded heart,
my touch would hypnotise you,
by the name of the moon-shine.

Put your trust in me,
put your faith in me.
eternally intended.