Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life

I stare at the mirror All I see is a Monster When have I started to become This horrifying wraith? Like Dorian Gray

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times

Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering

Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation

Incredible is my mother She is kind like no other A pure Angel is nothing compared… Beautiful and fraich as dew, Enchantress

Memories are gone I thought I’d feel relieved But there is a void in my heart A weight in my chest I thought forgetting you would hea…

There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it

Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted