Mirrors Of Dejection

Back to the window of the lost ilussions

Reminding the sea of forgotten emotions

Where clouds of emptiness fill the sky

the answer to the riddle lies murdered

Opening the door to the invisible

waiting for the imperceptible

guided by the trace of my bleeding wounds

I am searching for my own forgiveness

Now I just hear the silence so noisy

now I only can look into the dark

seeking the cure to my own deception

I close my eyes to the past

Getting closer to the mirror

I can see the other side of the end

guided by the trace of my bleeding wounds

I am searching for my own forgiveness

Escaping from the beauty of this tragic Me

I fall free into the arms of my next past.